Last week was one of
the best in my life. I know that’s a pretty bold statement but when the whole
seven days, back-to-back, are incredible, it’s hard to ignore the facts.
This was for a few
reasons; mainly the company, the scenery, the weather, the music and the far
away feeling that helped me slip into some kind of parallel universe. That’s
how I always feel when I get home to English weather – like it was all a dream,
in which sunshine is only experienced in a make-believe world.
The festival itself
was the best I’ve ever been to because (dare I say it), it didn’t always feel
like a festival. It was small enough to recognise everyone by the end of the
week and friendly enough to want to recognise everyone. No V-Festival chavs at
this party. And then there’s the beach. Awww. Now I’m daydreaming again. The
water was the clearest, most turquoise water I’ve ever swam in without the
worry of unwelcomed creatures and the sun was warmer than I could ever
remember. The fact that a whole week gave us time to enjoy that, as well as the
music, was another success of the Garden Festival.
So my cure, on return,
is to daydream. Thom and I are already planning our next trip and where to
travel next time we visit Croatia’s stunning coastline. We hear Montenegro’s
nice but with Tuscany, India and Coachella before that, maybe it’ll find a bit
of competition on the way. Until next year Croatia.
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