I didn’t have a ticket for Bestival this year. I thought ahhh it’s alright, I will just work over the weekend and make sure I go next year.
Then I realised I had said the exact same sentence last year. I woke up on Thursday and thought U KNOW WOT, enough of this codswallop (what a word). Putting off good times for the sake of being sensible is a waste of time. What is life if you ain’t spontaneous and just go for it every now and then? It is always those last minute decisions and moments of madness that create stories and memories that stick with you for years to come. I packed a bag, squeezed on a coach with a bunch of other festival goers and headed to the Island.
Us Islanders take great pride in Bestival. It is a weekend of absolute madness, magic and adventure that takes over Robin Hill – the country park that for the other 361 days a year is a country park of toboggans, tree top trails and childhood memories. For 4 days each year it is taken over by Rob and Josie Da Bank and transformed into the biggest fancy dress party on earth, ambient forests, a disco ball verified by the Guinness world records, flooded with music from all over the world, coated with glitter and full of people grooving for 84 hours straight and having a blast with their chums.
I have grown up at festivals, Glastonbury being my first when I was about 6. I have been at Bestival every year since it started as a little adventurer covered in sequins with muddy knees and wide eyes weaving in and out of huge crowds with a gaggle of friends, fast forward 14 years and I’m doing pretty much the same. It is a beautiful thaaang to pitch up in a field with all your friends (and high school) snooze in tents, drink warm cider, eat many pots of mash ‘n’ gravy, howl loud and out of tune to Sam Smith, wiggle bums to Major Lazer and laugh your way through the weekend.
I captured the weekend on disposable cameras as I love the unpredictable way they come out and lugging around my DSLR would never works out well, my disposable snaps will take a wee while to produce so I have popped together all the many instagram snaps from me and ma m8s…
Best hangover cure, EVER.
All of a sudden it was Sunday night and we were watching Chic on the main stage, through these amazing glasses – check this out!
We boogied into the night, popped down our tents and returned home to our warm beds (the perks of being an Islander)
I am now wrapped in multiple blankets, sipping tea and watching Grease.
Bestival, you have been bladdy wonderful. Until next time!