Sunday morning started off a bit like Saturday morning: I awoke to the never-ending thud of the electro pyramid and the sleepy mumblings of Mikhaila as she stumbled out the tent, declaring that it was too hot and she was going to sleep outside.
Some hours later, the sun was properly up and so were we. Jess and I went in search of breakfast, which ended up being pizza (another reason I love festivals). She then left, along with the majority of the festival-goers, to make the long journey back to home and reality.
Somewhere after 10 I caught the last few songs from one-man-band Lonesome Dave Ferguson. I’d seen him once previously at the Granddaddy Hotel and really enjoyed his stuff; the ‘crowd’ was pretty non-existent, but those who were there seemed to enoy him too.
