Sat chanting and handclapping around the campfire at the edge of the treeline with bongos, didgeridoos, fiddles and mandolins. It’s a clear-skied half-moon looking down upon their nocturnal shenanigans. A merry, musical celebration of life in preparation for the storm the morrow brings. At Dawn they’ll be chaining themselves to tree trunks, locking the entranceways … Continue reading The Subversive Element