Freedom and Fainting - Glastonbury Saturday

I'm too tired to write much today. So essentially, I am just going to post a few of my shaky photos. Highlights yesterday were George Ezra and Pharrell. I nearly fainted during Kanye. I didn't but I felt faint and so we left half way through. I don't think it was his performance. I tried to spot Kim's bottom but I couldn't. 

Florence, Pete and Mark - Glastonbury Friday

Day 1 was everything I expected and nothing like I did. I don't know what I expected to be honest, but it was beautiful.

Our minibuses from the campsite dropped us at Gate 3 which was amazing because it meant we were able to walk straight in to the thick of it. 

We started in the theatre and circus field which provided muchos entertainment as there is basically every kind of act possible wondering around. It is almost assaulting. 

At Glasto with My Mother and I Have Green Hair...

I am at Glastonbury for the first time ever and my hair is GREEN at the ends. It was mean to be blue but obvs the dye did not react well with my dirty blonde ombré. Oh well, it will wash out, in the meantime I will be covering it with as much pink hairspray as I can deal with. 

I have been here for around fourteen hours so far and at the moment we have just been chilling on our campsite, enjoying several glasses of wine last night. We are on the Winding Lake campsite in a caravan because my love of hygiene is probably why I have never been to Glastonbury before. Glamping you see. 

Oh and I'm with my Mum and my sister which is pretty cool. I mean it is pretty cool that I have the kind of mother who I can do things like this with. In fact she is so much cooler than me as she has been coming for about ten years. 

On Going With Your Gut

Have you ever had that feeling in your stomach, an automatic reaction to a person, a situation, a problem, an idea - sometimes before you are even in the moment of making a decision on it? I'm not talking about the brain-led voice of your ego that constantly chatters away to you, I'm not comfortable, I won't succeed, this won't be good for me, I want people to like me therefore I'll avoid this....

My Salcombe

I have been going to Salcombe with one of my favourite family's in the world for 12 years, since I was 17. It is a ritual, a part of my summer and always, ALWAYS a good time... 

When we were in our teens and early twenties, me and my best friend shamelessly ogled the Salcombe Boat Hire boys with their bleached hair and sea tans, dying inside if they so much as looked our way. Days were spent in head-to-toe Jack Wills on the beach and buying underage ciders from the handsome barmen at The Ferry Inn. It is a teenager's playground in the summer, a chance to flirt and stay out late in one of the safest places you can be. Early mornings were spent in the local club - Fusion it used to be called - in nearby Kingsbridge where we danced to cheesy music and counted out our pounds for WKDs, before returning back to Salcombe on the coach at 3am.

Twelve years later and I still love it... Our collective group of early twenties - early thirties plus some of the older generation now tends to take up two properties and has entranced numerous newbies throughout the years. We also have a few routine activities which we partake in every year and places where we visit and as I've just come back from a weeks holiday, I thought I would do a post with a few tips. So here's my Salcombe guide... (please note this is not a guide for young kids as we don't happened to have had any of those yet - so if you do this may not be the guide for you...)