haverton’s drizzle: a drummer’s wet day in haverton (or maybe not?)

woke up to the smell of damp pants and failure. my snare drum’s cymbals were soaked from last night’s rain, which coincidentally matches haverton’s current 11.85c. yeah, it’s that cold. not the beachy 11.85 where you sweat. this is the 11.85 where you question life choices. the humidity here? 85 percent. like, the air is holding so much moisture it’s basically a damp sponge. moisture that could power a whole band’s stage.


quick answers

q: is this place worth visiting?
a: if you’re into ‘meh’ weather and pretending you’re in a disney movie about a confused fox, maybe. otherwise, skip.

q: is it expensive?
a: depends. camping’s free if you steal a tarp from a local. tours? ranch out the wallet.

q: who hates it here?
a: musicians. the acoustics in pubs are ruined by rain.

q: best time to visit?
a: spring. when the rain stops and the grass isn’t a swamp.

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