Looking for Callum
Looking for Callum — Festival campsite, east field, Somerset, 2012
He couldn't find his tent so he shared ours for the rest of the festival. Callum knew the words to everything and lost his voice by Sunday. We agreed to meet the next year at the same corner of the east field. I went. He didn't, or he did and I missed him in eighty thousand people.
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Around around 20 at the time · male · Lost his tent on night one, wore a poncho for four days straight.
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