8. Camp Bestival
Ah, it’s all getting a bit B S Johnson out-of-order storytelling now. But if I want to get them all done in August there’ll have to be more than one a day. So. The last time I saw the marvellous Rachel Rose Reid (go and look, she’s lovely) was at Camp Bestival, where I was performing at the Hendricks Gin Carriage of Curiosities.
It’s been that sort of summer, for some reason. Unlike last August when I had to give myself a kick up the bum to get out of the house, this summer I’ve started to long to be in the same place for more than a few days at a time.
Camp Bestival. As we commented at the time, all that really needs to be said about it is that there’s a tent called “The Isle of Boden”. It’s very child-friendly, so there were many adorable moments of watching little girls in floaty dresses with fairy wings roll down slopes then run up and roll down again. But it was also pretty crowded (see above) and with a lot of kids who weren’t terribly happy to be there and were loudly letting their parents know. The Secret Garden Party the previous weekend had been so amazing – and with so many naked people – that Camp Bestival couldn’t really compete.
I like the fact that I can now make a comparison though. Finally starting to understand what people mean by the different ‘vibes’ of different festivals. Secret Garden Party – would do again.