In and amongst the revelry I took a few snaps:

Beautiful place, lovely people. Probably the only time I’ll see Satan participate in a gospel service, lick a vicar, hop on a moped and nearly run over a naked baby…

The journey to Croissant Neuf (which was fantastic, by the way) was long and windy and took us via Bournemouth (to collect Luke/dump stuff) then Glastonbury (to collect stuff) and then through wales to Usk where the festival is held. Long long long way.

Here’s a nonspecific, flaky, kinda abstract series of journey photos.

Festi pics soon. (hold out for the beautiful lantern parade).