An Apocalyptic Rave In A Strawberry Field

An illustration of the author

Turning down a country lane, I approached the farm as the sun steadily dropped in the sky. I took a right and began heading down a dirt track between two hedgerows before being flagged down by a woman who was opening a field gate.

“Come through ‘ere,” she said. “You caught me at the right time, I’m opening up, just follow it all the way down to the end”.