Missing the festival
This weekend, I was supposed to attend the Montrose Music Festival. I didn’t.
I’d been looking forward to it for months and months. Even on Friday, I was planning on what bands I wanted to see. I have no idea what happened, but by the time I got up and got ready on Saturday morning, I didn’t want to go any more and that was it. Maybe it was the thought of the crowds, or the general loudness? It’s completely out of character because I love live music (and music in general). The one thing I am gutted about is that subsequently, I didn’t get to see my friends 
Instead, I packed a rucksack, got the dog and headed to the beach/reserve. I stayed there for at least 3 hours, taking pictures, enjoying the sunshine and walking barefoot along the shoreline, letting the cool North Sea lap over my feet. Very relaxing.
confused
