Long road to home

Early start on the most depressing festival day.
The last day when you wake up early -6am this time- knackered and knowing you have to pack up the tent and cart it back to the car through all the mud.
Then the drive home gradually realising how much you smell after that weekend, a great weekend but you still stink.

A fair bit of backblipping from me for this weekend as I was even working the late shift after the weekend. Boy was I knackered by the end of it, but hell it was worth it!