The Banana Girl
Bournemouth in early June felt so comfortable. It was the end of spring, but summer hadn’t fully arrived yet. The sun was out longer, the days were warmer, and the town vibe was starting to change. Summer in Bournemouth was something else entirely. People from the north flocked to the south, chasing the sun and soaking up the warm weather after enduring the long, cold winter. I found myself at the 30th Summer Ball, the university’s annual music festival. It was a huge celebration to mark the end of term, where students could finally let loose after exams and deadlines. The campus court had transformed into a buzzing festival ground—music stages, food trucks, and lights everywhere. Everyone was dressed up in quirky, over-the-top costumes, adding a playful, carefree vibe to the night. Laughter filled the air as people clinked their drinks together, toasting the end of another academic year. Groups of friends swayed to the music, some breaking into wild dance moves, while others gathered ...
