Festivals are synonymous with the experience that is, camping. Come rain or shine, you will find me putting up a tent, with a cider in hand, loving life. But, my years are creeping up on me and my back plays havoc with me, so sleeping on the floor for a few nights at a time is not ideal. When I was invited to Tramlines Festival with Festicket I wasn’t sure my back could handle it anymore. Thank the lord for Travelodge Sheffield Central answering all my vertebrae-pained prayers!
There’s something so wonderful about exploring the local land. Whilst most of us dream of jetting across the waters to distant destinations, sometimes it’s quite nice to explore our own territory. Plus, where else can you get a good cup of tea other than in the UK? I was so lucky as a child to travel up and down the country with my Grandparents on holiday, my fondest memories were those spent in our static caravan in Sewerby near Bridlington though. We’d pack up the car on a Friday night after school and head up the A64 to the fresh sea air. We’d have late night fish & chips for our first supper on the promenade, with a quick walk round the amusements, pop in to the little book shop so I could pick an Enid Blyton short story book & then finish off with my favourite; a mint choc chip ice cream. It was so easy.
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