I have just got back from the Greenman Festival in Glanusk Park in Wales.
I am half welsh and have grown up going there every holiday to visit my family.
It was wonderful to go back to Wales for a happy reason, rather than sad one, ( the last couple of times was to say good bye to amazing people who touched my life in a profound way)
I can't quite describe the feeling of driving down the M4 and seening the bridge and Wales, it really took my breath away.
Then we took a lovely route through the mountains and got to Glanusk Park safe and sound and had a wonderful couple of days camping and listening to some awesome music :) in such a lovely setting the beautiful Sugar Loaf.
I felt at peace being back in Wales. It was so nice to be out of the city and being able to see the stars.
Now for the silly car my poor little KA did not like the mountains and as we were leaving the festival her clutch died but the wonderful AA saved me and got all of us and the car home in one piece.