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I’m back again, 250 miles from my northerly climate, having almost driven into the sea thanks to the cheeky AA route planner; Tin Can have arrived at Suffolk’s Latitude festival. It’s certainly classier than my usual scene, considering I rise to the sound of gothic orchestras playing on a lake followed by the eating of pan grilled halloumi for breakfast on the cusp of a forest filled with spoken word performers and original art decorating the tree barks.
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