Laura Street Festival is one of the greatest. As usual, I’m not great at sticking a phone camera up and digitising the best bits of life:
The lovely little stages on verandas, in back gardens, in garages, under houses
The awesomeness of bands like Lawrence and Clare, playing to a couple handfuls of lucky us sprawled on beanbags and tarps
Sunset from the top of the hill
Gardens full of banana trees and hippies
My son’s arm-dancing
But here are a couple of pics taken self-consciously.