A couple of weekends ago, when we realised the sun would (probably) be shining, possibly for the last time all year, we decided to do a last minute camping trip in a bell tent in Dorset. We’ve never been in a bell tent before and, to be honest I’ve been put off in the past because they usually charge the same as a decent hotel. I still do kind of think that, but it was fun and the kids had a total blast.
Last weekend we were lucky enough to be invited to the beautiful Larmer Tree Festival in Dorset. I’ve been to quite a few festivals, but none with children. I have never dared. And it was definitely a different experience. I did have moments where I envied the child-free, boozing, snoozing people, but actually I enjoyed this one more than any festival I’ve been to before. Larmer Tree is so chilled out, so friendly and so varied. You can just sit in one spot and entertainment will come and find you.
I found myself at home on Saturday with a gin and tonic (by myself) watching Glastonbury and feeling very envious that I was on a sofa and not in that field. I’ve only been once, with Laura and some other friends, and we had the best time, watching great bands, dodging cups of wee and not caring that our last shower was 4 days ago. It feels a lifetime ago.