how i finally fell in love with summer festivals

(plus the story of a very weird thing that happened to me in the loo)

I went to Little People last weekend. It’s the same festival I went to last year with my friends Georgie and Ben. For years it was held in an empty farmer’s field near Oxford but it’s now been relocated to crumbling old manor house in Somerset, which made me somewhat apprehensive — would it be fancy and crowded, thus ruining the intimate care-free vibe…