Gloriously sunny weather, lots of open space, a widespread tolerance of children being children that startled me (unused as I am to 'family-oriented activities', see rants passim
), really good quality, variety and value-for-money food and drink, enough shade, portaloos mostly bearable, showers a godsend. Lovely mellow time with arnhem
& L, emperor
, and occasionally my father and members of my stepfamily.
Oh yeah, and good music too. I went primarily to see Show of Hands
, on Friday night, who were utterly brilliant. The Peter Gabriel cover was the 'low' point, but the new song Keys of Canterbury made me shiver. Also I nearly cried during The Dive, because it's about a son nearly dying, and Steve Knightley made reference to his own sick son and I cuddled my own sleeping son and blinked away the tears as I danced.
I was nearly hoarse by the end of that set singing along. I listened to quite a lot of Little Feat who followed, but by then Charles was fairly deeply asleep and I had the wrong sling for carrying him long-term asleep. So I took him up to the tent to sleep, and then he did the clingy-baby routine and I couldn't face faffing back down again, so I listened to the Peatbog Faeries from the tent.
Saturday and Sunday were rather more disorganised, following unstoppable toddler from stage to stage and band to band. I heard lots of good music - if anything I did better finding "stuff I like" in Stage 3 than Stage 1 - but none for very long :)
I nearly got dehydrated on Saturday but recovered; on Sunday I was much better at drinking water and sticking to the shade where possible, despite being more on-my-own than the previous day (emperor
having left; arnhem
& L doing family things). On Sunday evening, it started pouring just as we were thinking about going to get food and listen to more music, and eventually arnhem
and I agreed to just pack up and come home before several hundred people had driven through the mud and we'd had a night under rain-on-canvas after not really hearing any more music anyway.
The drive itself was very straightforward, and Charles slept the whole way bar a couple of intervals of vague complaint dissolving back to sleep again. OH HOW NICE it was to sleep on a proper bed - I have bruises on both hips from sleeping on the floor of the tent.
The tent is now on the line drying out, a load of laundry is in the washing machine and I have an unexpected day at home with Charles, rather than a day slogging home by train (or car).