"I'm just saying, it's a little dangerous. You don't know what's going to--" He wanted to finish but Giacomo was already playing loudly over himself, his violin in place as he walked ahead of them towards the music so he could play with the travellers. He loved it here, Giacomo clearly saw it as a place he felt comfortable.

Sam left the bushes and looked at sight before him. The fire was giant, caravans and trailers surrounded it and the music was loud and honestly, quite nice. People were drinking and smoking, kids were running around and Sam had no idea what to do with himself. "I'm just saying, what if the police come...?"