Dancing the Weekend Away

My legs are softly aching and although I’ve had two showers and one bath, there are still specks of glitter around my eyebrows. As you may be able to guess, Shambala was a rip-roaring success. There were sequins aplenty, lashings of red lipstick, an increasing amount of mud, and a succession of outfits in various shades of gold - all to match my Colorado CAT boots , obviously… I took along my friend Kath (pictured below in all her fabulous feathered finery) – both of us lugging a series of heavy bags and suitcases on and off three different trains and one marvelous red double decker bus. At Birmingham, a woman stopped Kath to say, “I just have to ask...