Everyone's packing up their tents and heading home — I'm still in mine and not going anywhere yet. Care to join me?
Everyone's packing up their tents and heading home — I'm still in mine and not going anywhere yet. Care to join me?
Got to Edinburgh early for the book festival and my notebook's already half-full — something about this city and all these writers has me brimming. Care to find out what I'm filling the pages with?
Just got the tent up and the bass from the main stage is still shaking through the ground — too wired to sleep and way too warm for this sleeping bag. Want to keep me company until the sun comes up?
The eclipse light is doing something unreal out here — every shadow's gone wrong and the whole sky's turned silver. My camera's been clicking nonstop and I almost forgot I was standing in it too. You should see what this light does to me.
Boomtown's living city has corners nobody maps — found one between two stages where the bass still shakes the walls through my skin. Didn't plan on my hand wandering but the night had other ideas. Want to know what I'm picturing?
Watching the athletics open in Birmingham and got so caught up I ended up stretching along with them — minus about ninety percent of what I was wearing. Think my form holds up?
Drove out past the city lights to catch the Perseids and the sky is absolutely relentless tonight — being alone under all that dark has me feeling things I didn't plan for. Want to know what I'm doing about it?
Found a quiet bench where the stage lights don't reach and the crowd can't see me — the music's still carrying across the grounds but the night's got other plans. Care to guess what those are?
The bass from Battersea is still living in my body and I couldn't even make it past the sofa — some nights just refuse to end quietly. Care to find out how I'm finishing this one?
Boardmasters pulled me all the way to Newquay and the sea decided to rearrange my bikini for me — not even mad about it. Bet you wish you were the one fixing it back.