Plendour the ass was the last thing we saw as we drove out of the North Byron Parklands – some creative souls had decided to modify the Splendour in the grass entrance sign – and although the meaning is open to interpretation (or possibly a result of severe intoxication) it still seemed a fitting end to our weird and wonderful week at the festival.

Between loosing our minds/dignity in teepee land, working on a doco (coming soon) and drinking copious amounts of alcohol we decided to capture a few of the moments we experienced.

This is far from a comprehensive coverage, just a sample of what we saw and dug at Splendour.

Enjoy.