{"id":10071,"date":"2012-10-11T23:00:07","date_gmt":"2012-10-11T21:00:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lauramccullagh.com\/blog\/?p=10071"},"modified":"2012-10-13T16:32:57","modified_gmt":"2012-10-13T14:32:57","slug":"49m-rocking-the-daisies-2012-sunday","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/lauramccullagh.com\/blog\/2012\/10\/49m-rocking-the-daisies-2012-sunday\/","title":{"rendered":"49M Rocking the Daisies 2012 – Sunday"},"content":{"rendered":"
Sunday 07 October 2012<\/div>\n

Waking up relatively unscathed on Saturday<\/a> was clearly too good to last – Sunday morning hit me in the face like a ton of bricks. It had rained on my way back to the tent the night before, and an open tent flap (which happened to be above my sleeping bag) meant we needed to do some emergency late night waterproofing and then fight for dry floorspace before trying to go to sleep. But it was the last day of the festival, so we could take it easy.<\/p>\n

\"Rocking<\/a>\u00a0\u00a0\"Rocking<\/a><\/p>\n

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There were gaps everywhere where a few hours before, the tents had been piled on top of each other, clearly a large portion of campers had left early, which was admirable. We took down our tent, packed up and milled around for a bit (watching Beach Party<\/a>) before joining the massive car queue in the parking lot.<\/p>\n\n\t\t