God’s Great Dance Floor
Because isn’t that what Christian festivals are? God’s Great Dance Floor! When I say ‘floor’, what I really mean is ‘mud’. And when I say ‘mud’, what I really mean is ‘squelchy footsuffocating stuff’. Still, good fun, eh?
This is my plaintive cry whenever I see someone entering a festival toilet. I certainly wouldn’t. In fact, I would be tempted to try to avoid it for as long as possible, although I’m almost certain that wouldn’t be medically advised.
Sunshine On A Rainy Day
It’s lovely to emerge from your tent to discover that the rain has stopped and the sun is shining. There’s nothing greater than camping in fine weather. Except for staying in a hotel, obviously.