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I know it sounds mad but I think if I could just see him again it would be better.
I don’t know if they’re a couple or not.
I don’t want to be chasing him.
Elle: Amigayou are chasing him!
Helen:I thought if I saw him again.
Sophie:It’s really romantic.
Elle:It’s really a lot more effort than a party at WeWork …
Sophie:I just don’t want you to get let down. Have you got a link to the festival?
Helen sent them a link to the festival’s homepage:
Ship/Wrecked Festival
There be magic in these coves.
Magic. Community. Wonderment.
Expect the unexpected.
Polveath Cove, Kernow.
June 20 – June 23
The website had a swirling cartoon in pastel colours of pirate ships on huge waves, treasure boxes exploding with fireworks and strange technicolour gnomes. Helen wondered what art period Ish would sum this up as.
Of course, Helen wouldn’t precisely call herself a festival lover. Again, at the plight of her being in any way cool, she’d dodged ever actually attending a real festival. She’d been to a day festival once just outside of London and her main memory of it had been long queues for everything, a lack of toilets and picking small flecks of glitter off her body weeks later.
The core issue with her not really being ‘up for’ festivals in the past was probably that Helen was chronically unable to ‘go with the flow’.
She didn’t get ‘playing it by ear’ or ‘let’s just see what happens.’ She liked to know she’d be sleeping in a comfy bed, that a fridge full of food was just there, and there was absolutely no chance of her getting cold.
Donning welly boots, a skimpy floral dress, and braving the elements like an ingenue Kate Moss was never going to happen.
Had she just described Alice?
She really needed to stop following her as soon as she met Brody again.
But she couldn’t go alone. It was one thing to casually bump into him again at a festival in Cornwall (I mean, she was Cornish after all …) with a group of cool friends, looking cool, and absolutely not like this moment meant everything to her. It would be quite something else to have to turn up by herself, and start a conversation with him when he would probably be there with Alice, and his other cool friends, anyway. She couldn’t do it. She would wither in front of someone like Alice. It would be just like when she sent Oliver Hamilton a love poem in year eight, and he and his friends had run around the school corridors singing phrases from it after her.
‘Oliver you make my heart beat, it’s you one on one I want to meet …’
She was not going through that again.
Helen messaged Sophie one to one. This was hard enough anyway without Elle scoffing something like ‘who attends festivals in the UK anyway?’
Helen:I know this is a big ask – but can you come with me?
We can stay at my parents, then head over on Friday to Ship/Wrecked?
I’m not a festival person either but maybe it could be fun?
Though Cornwall has more cider than sangria?
