Pulling her cardigan around her, she looked out across the crowd: teenagers in cowboy hats, a Welsh flag flying high, the lights around the stage glaring brightly. She got her camera out of her bag, fixed on the lens, and, dancing along to the music, started to take photos. In the warm summer’s night she let the crowd, and the rhythm, carry her along. ‘What do you think of these guys?’ the girl next to her shouted over, above the sound of the music. ‘Amazing,’ Imogen replied with a smile. She let the music wash over her and enjoyed the feeling of being part of the crowd. Here she was, on her own, in the middle of a field – and she felt complete. There was nothing around her but nature and people. The night was lit up by stars and the little lights of dance tents in the distance. She thought back to March, when she’d got the call from Anna. Back then she’d never anticipated staying in the UK as long as she had already. Even when she committed to help start up the shop, she’d been sure she would use the return leg of her ticket and go back to Thailand within a few months.
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