The end of the beginning of the middle.

Waiting on the sunrise up at the stone circle with a few thousand wasted people. The sound of tribal drums and balloons being filled with nitrous oxide. We sat there silently taking in the beautiful scene, the sun rose and everyone cheered. We wandered back to the tent, all the soundsystems stopped at 6am and for the first time in days we could hear birdsong. We made a cuppa and danced to the sound of the kettle boiling.