Banoffee’s day at the beach: ‘I found myself in a canoe on mushrooms, with a boombox blasting Mariah Carey’

I threw one last party to send off the beach house of my childhood. As the sun rose, I knew we had a story we’d tell for years to come

My mum used to share a holiday house with her brothers and sisters down on the Mornington Peninsula. When they told us one year they wanted to sell it, my cousin, sister and I so desperately wanted to keep it that we came up with an idea: we’d start throwing mini festival parties in summer to show them how many people loved the house.

Every February, we invited people to camp, and we’d book about 20 local acts – always trying to make these events really special. Sometimes we created interesting collaborations; other years there were one-off performance art events.

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