Loopallu part 2

The wee hours were spent in a semi awake state, hearing snatches of conversation and worrying folk would wee on your tent.

Then the wind started. It felt nice to be in the billowing inner tent, like sleeping in a cosy cloud.

At 4am, I realised I had to go to the toilet.

The classic camping dilemma. To get up and go only in your pants, or get dressed. You guess.

As morning evolved in a semi conscious state it amplified the Dawn chorus of grunts, farts, singing and bitching that is humanity. It was nice to be awash on the tide.

I am always amazed that we all forget that tents aren't rooms. You hear everything.

But it was a good way to start today.

The Lorelei appear on the festival shirt. I bought 3.

Keep it rolling!

JMx