You've found the perfect pair of wellies. You've bought inappropriate amounts of alcohol. You've pitched the tent. You've trecked to the main stage to see bands you adore. The music starts, the crowd screams & your heart takes flight. Nothing else matters as you belt out every song with hands flying & feet off the ground. You're covered in mud. But you're SO fucking happy. Festival life. Drunk & disorderly as you may be - you'll never forget the memories.

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