I've always been proud of my West country roots. Cider, farms, cheddar cheese and festivals are what we are famous for, and that's why I never really wanted to travel too far away from home for uni.

Here are some pictures that I took today, in the dark rainy and beautiful Somerset countryside.

Weekends to me are a time for students to spend ten hours a day in a part time job, and those who aren't students and who work all week to let off some steam. And, because there are only two days on the weekend for most people in full time employment to let loose, students are wise enough not to venture anywhere near a bar on a Friday or Saturday. Well, unless they want to be met with an overcrowded, hot, sticky atmosphere where you can't hear anyone talk and can't be bothered to move or dance in case you lose your seat/bag/friends. A lot of clubs have the best and cheapest nights on a weekday, and most students would rather go out on a Thursday than a Friday.

So this Christmas, I returned home to my beautiful house in Somerset, and as this was my first winter away from home I was really looking forward to it. I was so happy to see my family and my dog and had the loveliest Christmas in ages. I spent a lot of time with my sister, and also spent lots of time with my friends too. My Bampy and uncle came to visit on Christmas day which made it all the more wonderful!

The party was covered by kerrang magazine, and was essentially supposed to be a secret and small gig. However a couple of hours later, there were footprints on the ceiling, sofas in the kitchen and the police turned up.

Don Broco were amazing, and super friendly and they were even better this time I saw them compared to last, which was a few years ago, thank you Vidorra and thank you Don Broco!
Keep up with everything Vidorra by checking out their FB page, and catch them in shows all around Bristol.