A small festival in a small field in a small village in the south of England.
A faery festival no less, filled with all the delightful English eccentrics you can imagine (me included) The weather was suitably British too, grey, windy (really really windy) with the occasional sudden downpour and cold, very cold (well it is only May). But what a fine time we had! After realising during the pitching of the tent that I had forgotten to bring a mallet i asked a fellow camper if I could borrow his, he lent me an axe, I wish I was joking, I'm not. A really big axe. You know when people say 'oh you shouldn't meet people online the might be axe murderers'? well real life people you meet in fields might be too, though I felt I was safe as he gave me the axe, I mean, maybe I'M the axe murderer (I'm not)
So tent pitched.
Then on to the festival full of middle aged hippies and middle class hippy wannabes (me) and children. Most of whom were dressed as fairies (everyone not just the kids). There was also a chap dressed as Captain Jack Sparrow (very realistic) and a gentleman with a fine beard and waxed moustache who spent the festival dressed in a tight mini dress, lace tights and lovely cardigan (I was too shy to ask him where he got the cardigan it really was pretty) There was trippy music, and a beer tent with fine ciders, ales and mead. Glorious food from Flapping Jacks (make your own jokes - we did)
and a talk from an author, Kit Berry (you know what a groupie I am - we bought books and got them signed too)
|Cute Festival dog, with awesome eyebrows and fine bacon concentration|
|Music and beautiful faeries|
Did I mention the cool market with new age delights, cloths, incense sticks, cake, jewellery etc? I bought things I don't need but I do love ;-)
and the weekend was just chilly damp English fun! Hoorah for festivals.