I've just spent four days inhabiting a tent in the Brecon Beacons at the delightful Greenman festival.
Despite its uncommercial charm and beautiful setting it has a lot of things going for it that other festivals must dream of. Or not.
Questing was taken to new levels as armed only with sword of grass me and my trusty henchman vainly attempted to fight off storm clouds in the hawthorn arena.
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