Sun, Sex and Llamas
Summer, 1997. A beautiful free party in the Sussex countryside (at the Llama Farm, for anyone else who was there).

Earlier that night, I'd amazed my friends (and myself) by actually meeting a gorgeous girl who seemed to think I was pretty hot too (must have been the drugs). At the end of the club I was hoping to take her on somewhere, and thankfully there was a party to go to. Couldn't get a lift, so I shot home and returned with my motorcycle - a shiny black-and-chrome cruiser (fake Harley), and took the new amour for a gentle pootle through the night.

The party turned out to be a stonker - great music, great "refreshments" and great people. I was pretty happy all round, but things got even better when she led me into the woods for some al-fresco fun. Still in range of the beat, of course, and with the golden light of dawn breaking through the trees and dappling her naked skin.

Aferwards, we stumbled back into the main party area to enjoy the morning sun with the other mellow folk. Just as I was thinking that life couldn't get much better, I noticed a beautiful 360 degree rainbow, right around the sun...

Magic.
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Fri 6 Aug 2010, 10:48, Reply)