You and your mates arrive at the festival grounds late Friday evening. Instantly, that familiar festival vibe transports you. Anticipation fills the air. As does the main-stage sound check.
First things first. Campsite time. Acres of land stretch out all around – you, bursting with excitement, break into a sprint, arms outstretched. This year is different. Special. Lux glamping tents await. Your laughing friends follow, diving into beds of soft linen under textured roofs of raw calico.
Music builds but flower-filled fields beckon. You embrace the freedom, happily exploring the magical surrounds.
Hours later, you find yourself sharing a grassy hilltop vantage point with your friends, enjoying a mug of mulled wine as you look down on the heaving crowd moving to the music. A blue curl of soft smoke drifts up from the campfire. There’s a hint of tobacco leaf in the air. Your suede leather jacket is the perfect defence against the suddenly cooler night. Everything is good. It’s a night, and a place, and a feeling, that you’ll always remember.