So this years festival season is in mid-flow and having already been to 5 in the past two months, I think I'm doing pretty well.
As a family we have had many 'experiences' during our festival times, none stands out more than the time last year when, 'mummy lost the tent'!!!!
We, (me and my two daughters) had arrived at the Larmer Tree Festival, near to Salisbury, and we were very very excited!
The sun was shining and so were the faces of everyone in the field, we could tell this was going to be a good weekend.
For the small sum of £10 you could get a lift with all of your belongings in the back of a trailer attached to an electric bike, ridden by an extremely cheery man raising money for charity, what he didn't know was just how much stuff we had brought with us.
As there was no way I would be able to trek the tent, the girls and all the 'essentials' girls need at a festival, i.e. headdresses, feathers, outfits for all occasions and lots and lots of glitter, on my own this seemed the perfect idea and the best way to start the weekend!
We travelled the way to Quiet camping like princesses in a carriage and excitedly got out of the trailer, accosted two random strangers and convinced them to put our tent up, dumped all the bags into the tent and raced off to see the bands!
That night we left earlyish so we could have another late night the following night. I felt good, we had seen lots of amazing bands, made lots of new friends and I had successfully taken the girls to a festival alone!
I was completely prepared with a kinetic torch so it would never run out just like Bear Grylls would have done, which meant we would be able to find our tent. Or would we?
In the delusion that nothing could ever go wrong as we are at a festival and the sun is shining we had not, OK, OK, I had not looked, to see where the tent had been put up?!
We were searching using the torch that I then realised shone dimmer than a glow worm under a duvet and no amount of winding the wheel made it any stronger , in other words you could barely see a foot in front of your feet! Suddenly our calm up and down the paths in the field turned into frantic tripping over guide ropes and coming to the realisation that if we didn't find the tent pretty soon I would be giving up and we would have to sleep in the car! I did know where the car was parked right?
Finally 35 minutes later and we literally 'bumped' into two security men.
'What do you do if you think you may have lost your tent?' I said in a jokey, carefree voice trying to disguise the panic and embarrassment I really felt.
'You just need to go to every tent until you find it, what does it look like?'
'What does it look like? What does it look like? What sort of a question is that?! Its a tent.....'
I then realised that actually I had no idea what it even looked like, I didn't know the colour or any outstanding features and this whole situation was getting worse and worse.
'It has a little picture of a fire on the side and its green,' said Daughter no.1
'Well I'm not entirely sure of that!' I replied laughing like it was absurd that a tent would have a picture of a fire on the side and isn't she precious thinking that it did....!
And so that was it, that was the time that me and the girls walked up and down nearly every tent in the whole of the Quiet camping field at Larmer Tree festival with two burly security men until we came to, yep you know it, a green tent with a small flame retardant picture of a fire!!!!
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