As like last year I’m in the weird situation where me and my friends are gearing up for a festival at the weekend. Now that doesn’t sound too weird, the thing is we’re going to different festivals. Bodie & Beff are going to Y-Not and I’m heading down to Port Lympne for this year’s Hevy.
Whilst I much prefer Hevy’s line up and I’ll no doubt have a great time with the guys I’m meeting up with, I’ve gotta say I’m sad that I’ll miss out on Beff’s birthday, the campsite shenanigans and the in jokes that’ll come from the weekend.
I’ve spent the last fourteen hours having what can only be described as a mini breakdown, a combination of too much time on the internet and not seeing my friends for a while has broken my brain. I need to get out, do some exercise and forget this over thinking nonsense.
In brighter news the sun has returned, I’m hoping we actually get a summer now, there’s cider that needs to be drunk and fields that need to be sat in. Speaking of fields it’s only two weeks until Hevy, I still haven’t booked my ticket nor my travel but I’m ridiculously excited nevertheless.
I went swimming for the first time in around four years on Tuesday, it was ridiculously fun even if I’m hopelessly unfit. Hopefully this will become a regular thing.