Unless you have some kind of bizarre compunction to rush back to normal life (in 5% of cases, there might be an acceptable reason), most people dread waking up to the last day of a festival. Particularly when this one had gone as well as it had so far. The only saving grace being that we were being blessed with yet another day of sunshine. The morning started well, hair of the dog to obliterate any shred of malingering hangover and the usual healthy breakfast of cereal bars and Maoams. Upon waking up, we overheard that a poor woman camping next to us had lost a ring that she was wearing that had a significant amount of sentimental value to her. Mission accepted. I spent the next few hours scouring the open grass with her in a bid to locate this piece of treasure. There’s nothing worse than seeing someone walking around panicking about such things so we took made it our goal to help her until she’d found it. Sadly, 3 extra sets of 20/20 vision weren’t sufficient enough to succeed and it required one of her friends going home to get a metal detector to find it out. During the search period, numerous people stopped to offer their help, kind words or just a drink for those of helping in the hot sun. I think this whole experience, summed up the nature of this festival. It was a lovely thing which thankfully ended up with the girl finding her ring amongst the grass. I maintain some crafty woodland creatures got involved and made the whole affair twice as difficult but my conspiracy theories were dismissed rather rapidly.
We made our way over to catch The Moonshiners who were in full swing jamming out some serious rhythm & blues action. Despite your musical persuasion, I think most people would find it hard to deny having their day jumpstarted by these guys. They flicked my switch for their entire set anyway and put me in a wonderful place. After their set, we wandered the site bumping into a group of Morris Dancers, a breakdancing group of children and a whole bunch of other social ne’er-do-wells. That is precisely what any given day should consist of. We grabbed some beers and laid in the sun by the Main Stage listening to Najma Akhtar. I was already well into this set but a tight, chilled cover of The Rolling Stones kicked me into overdrive.
After this, and some meandering in the sun, we headed back to the campsite for our usual ritual of topping up on beers and snacks. Not long after this I was given a disastrous phone call regarding my job which meant by evening was going to be cut short. This caused me some serious emotional distress, particularly as I could see that the large group of people we were sitting with were gearing up to get all raucous and firmly involved for the evening. With there being nothing I could, I decided to soak up as much as I could for the rest of my evening. We spent some time in The Woods, enjoying the shade and some spoken word performers who were gracing the stage on occasion. My time to leave rolled around far too quickly and for the first time in my life, I had to leave a festival all riled up with nowhere to party. It was savage, but I have it on good account that the rest of the evening’s frivolity went over and above the levels set on our two previous days. I know this because, like all good friends bloody well should do to someone who’s left early, they left precious little room for misinterpretation when telling me how much of a great evening I’d missed. I will not be missing this festival next year and urge anyone who’s on the fence about going to dip in and give it a go. A special festival which bowled me over in the first five minutes and got better and better until the very end!