I jumped on an early train from Glasgow after 2.5 hours sleep and headed to Scarborough as a few pals were kicking about for the first Headland Festival just up the coast and I wanted to get involved.
Check out the view from the camp.
I’m not really one for festivals, but these sorts with pals are manageable enough for me to enjoy and it’s important to support happenings in yer local area. Turns out I enjoyed it a little too much though and ended up in a tent off my nut earlier than I would have liked.
At some point I decided I should probably try and head home to recover and ended up in a field in the dead of night throwing up next to a horse that I didn’t know was there. I have a life long dislike of horses and my body is useless at throwing up, so the combination was pretty sobering.
The ride home was rough. I blame the sun and exhaustion. Alcohol definitely had no play in this…
The following photos are in no particular order and are all over the place and a bit shitty but I ended up not taking nearly as many as I had wanted anyway, but the Festival was rad and it was great to hang out with pals for the relatively short time that I managed to spend there.
Roll on next year!