Has the weekend festival had its heyday?

Festivals were a yearly luxury on my door-step that included the muddy dancing, expensive alcohol, listening to amazing bands and a hot shower, my own bed and a fried breakfast.


A bit of context

2016 was the first year that I didn't spend my British summer in Italy. Gosh. To begin with, the weather was not kind. With the average temperature at a measly 14.9°c and fairly consistent rain, my British summer in central London did not try to make me feel at home.