Well, Thursday at Camp Bestival was a windy night. I’m not talking breezy, or even gusty, but hold on to your tent flaps and pray for salvation. The sound effects were worsened by our artfully placed bunting flapping like mad all night. As soon as the sun rose Teen 2 was to be found outside the tent ripping off the flags with energy usually reserved for getting into an Oreo packet.
But no matter, it was Friday morning and the whole weekend was ahead of us.
As CB newbies it took us the best part of the morning to get the hang of the site. A few laps gave us a good overview of the masses of stuff on offer and we shelled out the £10.00 for a weekend programme – no handy app available here unfortunately.
As we perused the programme over coffee I could feel a heat rising within me, was I having some sort of premature hot flush? Was I coming down with a fever? None of the above.
I was getting the FOMO.
There is SO MUCH to see and do at Camp Bestival that, if you are FOMO inclined control freak like myself, the pressure to race around like a loony trying to get to everything can threaten to take the pleasure out that whole thing. As I felt the panic rising I remembered a blog I had read before we left that talked of exactly that and gave the excellent advice to let go of the idea of seeing it all and focus on enjoying the things you do get to.
Very wise words and a mantra that I had to keep repeating to myself over the weekend.
To satisfy my unstoppable need to for structure we went through the programme and ticked the things we wanted to see the most, agreeing that whatever else we could fit in as we drifted around was a bonus.
What delights did Friday give us? We kicked off in the Big Top where You Tube teen sensations Max and Harvey sent the tweens crazy with a mix of covers and original material. Leaving our own teens there we scuttled to the Castle Stage for some rock chick nostalgia with T’Pau (or To Poo as one of the younger members of our group thought they were called).
You’ve got to love a rock chick, especially a rock chick of a certain age. Carol Decker’s voice was as strong as it was 30 years ago and I had a great time belting out ‘China in Your Hand’ with the rest of them.
Early evening found us around the World’s Largest Glitter Ball eagerly awaiting Sara Cox Presents… Just Can’t Get Enough 80s. BBC Radio 2’s Cox played track after 80s track whipping us all into a frenzy of mad mum dancing. It was like being catapulted back to the most brilliant school disco you ever went to but without the sneaky silk cut and the lovebites. Definitely one of the best bits of the whole festival for me.
For food that night we discovered The Feast Collective, a tent offering a huge variety of street food with big, communal tables, a bar and a resident DJ. Spiced buttermilk chicken in a brioche bun – yum, thank you Butchies.
Friday’s main event was Mark Ronson. I wasn’t sure what to expect, and when he ambled out all on his tod to do a DJ set I wondered if he would hold the crowd. No worries there, he kept us all dancing with endless hits in quirky mixes, cutting tracks within a minute if the energy started to droop. Nothing ground breaking but we danced so much that my toes went numb and that, surely, is the sign of a good night.
Teen 2 headed to the Bollywood Tent and I made for what became my favourite place at Camp Bestival, Caravanserai. More of that later…
Coming next: Adventures at Camp Bestival Episode 3 – The Main Event: Saturday