Feeling a little delicate the next day, I joined my parents and took a stroll across the village to a neighbours house as they were hosting a "donkey tea"- I bet you're thinking "what the bloody hell...". It was all in aid of getting their pet donkeys socialised and an excuse for a little get together for everyone in the village, as it really doesn't happen very often.
The donkey's themselves are gorgeous, so calm and cuddly - I'd love one myself. Both of the lovely animals were rescued and now live a luxurious life in the countryside, after chatting to a lady at the tea she described their home as the "Rolls Royce of Donkey living", acres of land and a roomy shelter for them to sleep in.
A lovely weekend all in all, I'm now preparing myself ready for 4 days of blood, sweat and tears as I'm heading to Reading Festival on Thursday. Wish me luck!