Two days, crammed tightly between Friday and Monday? Sound familiar? A weekend sometimes amounts to a Zen-esque mastery of non-action achieved through action, recuperation through desperation.
The ‘Fretlag’ concept* screamed ‘Photo Journal'(Definitely no Martin Par, hehe!). So here we go, a whistle stop tour of my weekend, in photos;
Don’t know why the others wont show?!
*Fretlag, ‘A midweek feeling of disorientation and/or exhaustion brought about by a weekend spent frantically trying to entertain ones-self.’