... cos it's the one we'll never know.
On a warm summer's evening we unfolded our camping chairs, unpacked our picnic and waited for the genius that is Paul Weller to hit the stage at Thetford Forest. Happy to set out our stall at the back of the seating area, we couldn't resist heading up towards the stage to get a closer look at the man himself. "He's old" said Bea, happy to be in the thick of it all the same.
As day turned to night, green lights illuminated the trees and a special evening became even more spectacular. Two encores, 'A Town Called Malice' for the finale and back home within 40 minutes; what a terrific way to start the weekend.
Better stop dreaming of the quiet life. Let's be honest, it's not one we'd want to know anyway.
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