I'm sure mines is the grey one...

So, after last year's conflicting drinking / hangover schedules, we all decided to forego the full weekender in favour of the intensive Saturday only.
Of course that was before they announced that this would be the last year at the current venue.

As a result, I'm enduring the torture of listening to our last T in the Park Friday from the back garden.
In an attempt to get just a wee bit closer to the action, we went for a walk up to the bridge for a look & a listen.

I'm happy to report that there are already a few sorry states wandering around in a daze.
We watched in amusement and a little jealously (well I was jealous anyway) as two brave soldiers helped one of their comrades back to his tent for an 'early night'.
Or at least to a tent!

Party safe kids