from the posting anonymous postcards via the Wilderness postmen and women to the bubble teas,;
from the roller disco to the gospel music at the shack;
from the main stage and Sam Smith in the rain to the burning tower and fireworks in the warm evening;
from the Chap Olympics to the intellectual talks;
there was nothing, nothing not to love.
Can I tempt you to join us?
See all my photos on flicker here (including the tents after the storm on the last night!! We survived OK though)