I spent the weekend in the Brecon Beacons, a national park in the North of Wales. We went horseback riding with a group called "Bushwhackers", which (as you may have been able to tell from the name) is not an entirely serious tour group. We spent maybe five hours horseback riding on Saturday. It was gorgeous. We rode through a tiny village on our way to the park, where we rode through rolling fields and then over a mountain. My horses name was Evan. He was my bud. It was a lot of fun, if not a little painful (my ass still hurts). However, we then spent about twelve hours drinking. Of the whole group, there were about five nationalities represented. We combined all our various rules for Kings and created a masterpiece of a drinking game. The whole weekend was great and there are a few photos up on facebook if you're interested.
Last Thursday, I went to a music festival in the Shoreditch area. Of the 100+ bands that were playing that night, I had only ever heard of one: The Octopus Project from good ole' Austin, Texas. They were great and made me feel at home. I saw a couple of other bands that night which I picked based solely on their names. The first one was The Strange Death of Liberal England. They were good. The second was The Keyboard Choir. They were freakin' awesome. They were literally five keyboards and a conductor (please see below). It cracked me up.
Summer is slowly starting to creep its way into London. We had some glorious weather last week; 80's and sunny. I've spent as much of my last three weekends outside as possible. I particularly enjoy taking a book to the park and sitting in the grass. Apparently, so does the rest of the city. Since the sunny weather, I have discovered my favourite thing about British people: give them a little bit of warmth and a patch of grass and they all get naked and eat ice cream. (please see below). It's hilarious and wonderful.