Saturday, 25 July 2009

Camp Bestival

One sunny weekend in July, we went to Camp Bestival outside Lulworth, England.

It was one of those "late in life under canvass long after you expected these days to have finished for good" kind of experiences.

I'm not saying that Tangerine Fields, purveyor of fine tents for Bernadette, Ines, Simon and myself, let the side down. Oh, far from it! I'm saying that tents per se are not a place that this 49 year old wants to be.

This 49 year old does not want to be kept awake until 5.30am by the last drunken reveller in the next door tent finally putting away their guitar only to find that the first of the nearby babies screams its little lungs out from 6am onwards.

Also it's not really a place to keep 13 year olds happy along with their 9 year old brothers. Great for little kids. Great for big kids. Patchy for inbetweeners. Despite the smiles, pubescent ennui was a major memory.


A major memory alongside the pure happenchance of Adam Fowler walking by me purely at random in a Dorset field full of 10,000 people - he down from Oxford to interview some puppeteers and us having driven there from the Netherlands.

Jella, Sharaz, Matty and Tara also came along so it was quite a fmaily occassion.

In the final photo, we see the aforementioned twins a few weeks before their fifth birthday having fun in their tent.






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