Festival time

This summer I experienced my first ever festival.  I was apprehensive about it not being a camper or someone interested in late nights and noisy music and thought it would be a cultural phenomenon that would pass me by.

We were invited to the festival to share in the 30th birthday celebrations of some friends.  We bought our tickets to the 'small festival' Cock and Bull which won brownie points for me as the money went to the charity, Jamie's Farm.  A group of 9 of us descended on the farm in Wiltshire for the weekend and were lucky enough to have glorious summer weather for the duration.

And... I didn't hate it!!  Admittedly the bits I liked best were the hanging out outside in the sun, but hey that's something.  I even did a little dancing though can't really say there was any of the music I enjoyed!

Here are my bullets of enjoyment:

• how our tents were in a little circle and we sat on picnic rugs and shared drinks together
• the goat that wondered round and how I first saw it when sitting at the top of the hill reading by myself and I saw it jogging up the hill to the accoustic tent and had no one to say, look at that, to!
• Reading generally on the grass, woohoo!
• the accoustic tent was nice
• watching the farm olympics with great events like hay bale toss
• listening to the talk about Jamie's Farm
• the food - yum yum yum!!!  lots of nice stalls of deliciousness
•  playing Kubb and ultimate nerf thrower
• John's story of falling asleep during the documentary 'gone curling' and then finding it was a q and a with the director and he was the only one in there!
• the camera obscura was cool

And the noteworthy if not enjoyable:

•  succesffully managing to go to the toilet four times in the weekend.  the first time i can remember using a portaloo.
• successfully showering
• being awake to listen to music at the main stage barn, although preferirng lying on the wool sacks with my eyes closed!

Happy birthday D&H!