There’s nothing quite as magical as live music on a summer evening.Glastonbury would have been grand - especially on the one year it didn’t rain - but that would have meant pre-planning and a level of organisation that neither Kevin nor I are capable of, so...
We hit the Scottish Proms instead.
Free tickets (always a bonus for the recovering shopaholic on a budget) and two fabulous friends to go with were all we needed for the perfect evening.
Okay, so it’s not quite as rock n’ roll as Glasto but we had balloons, flags and even a fainting female as we danced around in the standing area, or ‘mosh pit’ as Kevin kept calling it.
We must be getting old if we think that’s a mosh pit. Maybe next time we could persuade the conductor to crowd surf.
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