All weekend I've been frantically scrolling through Instagram, occasionally muttering impatiently "I wish I was there!" Where you ask? At Coachella, in the heart of the Palm Springs desert - that's where!
It wasn't just the obvious of watching bands that had my heart a-flutter (Violent Femmes, Beach House, Alt-J, Grizzly Bear and New Order all striking a few chords, metaphorically and not-so).
No, it was the brilliant blue skies, scorching sun, pool parties, flowers in hair, arms weighed down with wristbands, neon palm trees, inflatable alligators and awesome summer clothes that I was dreaming of.
As seen through the rose-tinted (heart-shaped) lenses of some of my favourite Insta-grammers, this was where I'd rather have spent my weekend.