Festival season is upon us again, and none honours the arts quite as much as Latitude, which opens today. Britain’s cross-disciplinary event brings ballet to the lake, visual arts to the woods, and comedians, poets, authors and speakers to packed, sweaty tents. The painted sheep are a highlight every year, bounding about the hillsides in an array of tones. These chaps must have been photographed on opening day—their florescent coats are worse-for-wear by the end of the festival, mirroring the monstrous hangovers of the punters who line up to snap them.
