By Neve Hopman, 28 May 2022
Where were you at 12am?
Kathleen: Sitting outside the shelter entrance while many people stumbled in and out. I had dmcs with whoever landed in my lap then headed back to the dance floor.
Neve: On the dance floor, trying to ignore the fact that my legs were too tired to dance anymore.
Ella: I think I was attempting (with mixed success) to climb the pole in the middle of the shelter so I could hang off the roof beams
Ruben: Asleep in seven layers and a hat.
Xanthe: I would have been making my way back to the dancefloor after crashing around in the scrub for a fair deal of time. Many revellers had retired for the night: time was very disjointed in the valley, as the sun had essentially set at 3pm. Anyway, by midnight Smith Creek shelter had stopped pumping and was now grooving at a sort of limp, with about a dozen trampers still standing. The ABBA discography had looped by this point. I took it upon myself to down the dregs of my cider, amble away from the psychedelic light show, and head back to the campfire in search of my possum friend, who I had booted earlier in the eve.
Chris (who lugged the generator): I can't remember where I was, just mention that I lugged the generator and I can justify my coma.
Scarlett: Helping roll a substance infused chris into his tent.
Imogen: I was in a tent listening to someone *censored*
Teressa: I was having the time of my life, although I soon realised none of us were close to being freshers. It was sure nice to have goon energy like a fresher again I thought, then I subsequently thought this was a sad notion maybe I should go to bed.
Savanna: I was snuggled up in a tent with Imogen.
Patrick: I think I was still dancing with a bunch of people. I believe Alex Holden was passed out on the dance floor.