Supercalifraglisticexpialidocious!

I couldn't think of a word that summed up the week I've just had- so I stole one from Mary Poppins. She won't mind.

Where to start? Folk Week was, as it has been for the past 3 years, an incredible experience. Meeting a wide range of people of all ages and backgrounds, spending my money on alcohol and hot chocolate infused rum; not to mention all of the sausage sandwiches and burgers I stashed away after a hard night's drinking and dancing. The colour, the freedom, the movement. Truly amazing. But the best thing was the collective that I camped with.

We really were (and are) like a family. With a matriarch with a passion for vodka and a daddy figure with a kind heart, us 'children' were definitely on to a winner. The youngest being 15, and the oldest being 63, we really did span a wide range of ages! But the barriers all melted away and we indulged in water fights, singalongs and story telling.

I am starting to realise who I am and what I love, which is so refreshing; if not a little scary. I intend to transfer the freedom I feel at festivals such as this and nurture it so that it becomes a fixed part of my every day life. I'm starting to have more ideas regarding where I want to go after university; although I am now a firm believer in not looking too far ahead. Why would you want to do that when you could be living in the moment?

So, in general, I feel enlightened and happy. And it's great. This summer may not have been an extravaganza, but it's been emotional and educational. I'm itching to get back to university and back to my friends, new house and course. For once I feel that I've got some direction.
The funny thing is that I'm actually itching- I'm covered in insect bites following a week camping in a school field.

Priceless.