Odd one this year, The Bears are in Ibiza. DM in Germany so going solo. Only got tickets for Saturday and Sunday as nobody I particularly want to see and the general demographic has changed, lots more youngsters and music to match. Or am I just getting too old and knackered 😬.
Anyway, forecast lots of rain so don’t feel so bad. Decided I would walk….seemed a good idea! Stopped at Nags Head on way and who should be passing, George and Carly so walked back to Mallards with them. Mainly to say hello to Lorna who was over from Tasmania.
Pretty wet already but walking rest of the way ended up really wet.
Muddy!
Watched Lynks, brilliant but can’t imagine seeing “them” again. Loved the dancing TRex’s though
The Murder Capital amazing. But getting in an odd head space. These things are meant to be shared and being cold, hungry with a few beers down after walking 15 miles strangely felt very emotional. Missing my Bears ❤️.
Time to go home
Taxi. Fish and chips. Bath!! Bed for 9.00



















