Rain, hail and glow

I WENT to Body& Soul in Westmeath a few weeks ago. It was a mud-fest, but great fun. There was nothing I wanted for (apart from a comfy bed and central heating).

I packed with a keen sense of what I might need. What did I need? Not much. Festivals are about letting go — you don’t have to give a rat’s ass how you look.

It’s cool your hair being unwashed and having last night’s eyeliner smudged around your eyes. Everyone looks like that at a festival, but I arrived back in the big smoke feeling like a mud-splattered Bear Grylls in skinny jeans, wellies and a parka. The look worked in festival-land; in the city, not so much.