Last night I went to Edwards to take some photos. This mostly made me feel queasy (unconscious 14 year olds in pools of their own vomit) and dirty (I didn't dare point a camera at some of the bands as I'd be on a charge). Still, I'd not taken any photos in the previous fortnight.
Things are generally better today. Nothing like a bit of company, some mindless fun and a slight move towards some light flirting to clear the air.
I really must have a shave and do some washing. Then perhaps think about what to do for Whitby.
I have many holidays to write up and a sense of perspective to regain.
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