6 Beloved – The Sun Rising
In 1991 I joined a caravan of hippies and deadbeats and found myself on Dartmoor at a free festival. It was the best kind of insanity: on the first night, someone crashed their car into a ditch beside our tent and just left it there with the engine running and the lights on. On the second night, Spiral Tribe turned up with a rig and I found rave. As the night gave way to the day, they played this and I watched, open-mouthed (and wide-open-minded) as a man climbed on top of a VW camper van with a large ring and a tray of liquid. He then proceeded to send long, worm-like tubes of bubble mixture into the air, with the sun coming up behind him. Cosmic, as a word, is used to take the piss out of hippies, but I can’t really think of any other way of describing what I felt at that moment.
There aren’t many moments or places in my life I wish I could go back to, but to be on Dartmoor watching the silhouette of a man catch the sun in a slow-mo pearly worm would be a mighty fine way to die.
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