Flowers, and a midnight concerto

After a week of (I felt) not much happening (I failed to get light black cotton trousers, and got rained on, which was more fun than trying on clothes), Saturday made up for it.

( Flowers )

( Music festival )

( Midnight heavy metal, campfire-style )

Also, last week I went swimming. 300 metres, 10 minutes. After what I did to my shoulder last year, I did not dare more, and the arm is still weak. But, at least I did it, and the shoulder did not complain.
And I brought a box full of junk to the give-and-take pavilion, had a nice talk about cats with a woman who was looking through what was there.
And had ice cream. Twice.

One more week of vacation!