The rain falls steadily on the roof of the shelter. Four large drips fall in the doorway, I had to make my way through them as I came in. The rain has built to a sudden frenzy and is relentless. There are small rivers running along the road and down the hill. I back up against the wall of the shelter as the traffic rushes past, bring up tidal waves from the run off they pass through.
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The Coffee Shop – 22nd August
There’s a woman in a seat to my right complaining about her job again. She’s a cleaner and she “won’t be finished until 5!” Last time I was here at this time, on my way to another festival, she was here complaining about her job. Someone had not shown up so she would have to do extra. Fair enough. I asked her if they had anyone they could call at short notice but she just shot me down and kept moaning. I left her to her misery and drank my coffee.
Over hills and far away... 