On the coach home, mucky and happy. Got drenched on Thursday and it was a bit grim, but thereafter it was dry and warm and wonderful.
It was just spectacular. All the effort and care and attention to build such intricate streets and enormous stages and tiny attractions. I loved loved loved the pole dancing robots with their very saucy wiggle, and the car filled with water and fish and driven by a robot, and Mr Whompy blasting out from his ice cream van. The Rave Yard, of course. Took me ages to get the pun despite the chapel and gravestones
I was really fucked off with the number of people (and it was only white people) in native American headresses. Offensive shit. I didn't say anything to any individuals but will complain.
I thought the compost loos were great - mostly clean, almost no smell. The site layout was great even though it was so spread out and despite that bastard hill. We were still discovering new bits we hadn't seen on Sunday night, and not because we'd not explored.
Loads of lovely shady, pretty places in different woods. Some heroically terrible reggae in the The Bad Apple. Loads of kind and funny people.
I'll post up some pics later. It was brilliant. Happy Mation