Before boarding the train to Boardmasters (England’s closest-to-Coachella idea of a surf and music festival on the Cornish coast) I hadn’t thought much about what I would be doing. In fact, having recently spent some time getting to know Cornwall, I thought it would all be a piece of clotted cream cake.
It wasn’t. By the end, I was entertained, delighted, horrified, surprised, and severely unshowered all the same. For your viewing pleasure, I now present…