the burning of the wickerman. ignited by the boys from the view just before i played some music on the CD players. returning from a festival feeling better than when you arrived is rare but today is the case. after pressing the final pause my body started to come to it’s own deckstop and i woke up in a rather nice bed close by a sleeping festival. a quick game of badminton and some bacon in a fibreless flour bun before the long but scenic drive to the airport. radio 2 in the car