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Off to Glade, with tent, sleeping bag and rolled-up mat strapped precariously to the back of my rucksack. The sun's just come out. The BBC five-day forecast shows a row of little sunny faces for the whole weekend. There shall be fun and glowing things and tea from tin mugs and dancing under the sky and making friends with trees (probably) and people I like lots and then next week there shall be even more fun. This is turning into the sort of summer you refer to many years later, with a happy sigh, as "ah, yes, the summer of [insert year here]".

See you soon, probably with more blurry cameraphone pictures of fluorescent butterflies.

Life's too good. What's the catch?

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Have fun at Glade! I know you're all grown up, but promise me you and the crew won't dance all day in the sunshine and get heat stroke...

oooh, have fun! i'm off latitudewards in a while :D

ooh, enjoy - and say hi to

solitude_fairy if you meet her there !

the catch is that there is no catch unless our doubts create one...

Good answer.

Have fun!

I curse the glade and their incredible breaks line-up!

Glade! All the fun in the world! Bounce! Hurrah!

(put photos up?)

Hope you got back OK yesterday... we giggled at each other all the way back on the train :-)

Life's too good. What's the catch?

Dude, you're telling me. (although I think my catch may be having to go back to work tomorrow, bah). Still. Much goodness :-)

You're not wrong. Embarrassingly, on Friday I failed to notice that everything I was drinking contained either caffeine or alcohol or both, and then wondered why I was feeling lacklustre. But the rest of The Crew were much more grown-up and made me down a bottle of water and a large orange juice, and then oddly enough I had my groove back :)

*bounce*

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