Admittedly Beach Break live is a small, friendly, student festival, so appropriate for a festival virgin- no Sunday night, tent burning riots there!
In the days before I set off to Wales I begun obsessed with the weather, and it didn't look good. With torrential rain, and strong winds predicted, I packed accordingly, and set off full of dread.
Why did I ever think this was a good idea? Country bumpkin I may be, but the idea of living in a tent for five days is my idea of hell.
The sunny days lying on the beach, listening to music that we has imagined now seemed unlikely.
Despite all this, and having arrived at the campsite to rain, the weather really didn't seem to matter so much.
Yes the 40mphr winds did blow away the majority of tents, and cause severe lack of sleep, and although the rain soaked through our clothes, it did not dampen spirits.
It's hard to explain but the festival vibe is infectious, the feeling of dancing away carelessly to the music, cannot be beaten.
Its a feeling of pure unity with the people around you, nothing else matters.
I embraced festival life whole heartedly, no makeup, wellies and a rain coat was my uniform for those 5 days- and I couldn't have been happier.
God knows why I usually try so hard, and care so much.
I'm hooked, and money depending I hope to be attending a few more low key festivals next year.
