With a meat and cheese drunk picnic in tow, we spread ourselves down on blankets and pillows ready for the ultimate film-fest.
Of course, there was wine.
Wine in our glass, wine in the box, wine all over my breasts. YES, that’s right, some numpty accidentally club-footed a whole pint of it over me right at the beginning of the eve. Things got chilly, but as soon as I heard Janet scream ‘Ya mums chest hair’, all was good again in the world.
It was BYOB but they also had a bar and an awesome DJ who would fire up in-between films.
There’s nothing like watching a film under the stars…
Grab your snuggle buddy and get on dowwwwwwn.
See for yourself, there’s plenty more screenings: