26/06/2026
Sunshine, dancing, music loud,
A field becomes a joyful crowd.
Cool drinks, sunglasses, wellies near,
Prepared for every season here.
But so far, the layers stay packed away,
And wellies haven't been needed today.
Bare arms, dry grass, and skies so clear,
No muddy boots required here.
Tents pitched beneath a painted sky,
Laughter drifting softly by.
Long warm evenings, songs we know,
Faces lit by festival glow.
Layers ready when nights turn cool,
A trusty jacket, the camper's rule.
Summer's magic, wild and free,
Exactly where we're meant to be.
