M2 Magazine


Picture this: you wake up at 6.15AM with your tent frosted over and your buddy lying a little too close for comfort. You’re in the same sangria stained whites as yesterday and a little hungover, but that’s nothing compared to the tightening in your stomach as you realise why you set your alarm at dawn. It’s D-Day for you mate…

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Running with the bulls this year?