Adventures at Camp Bestival Episode 4 – The Main Event: Saturday

We woke on Saturday to a strange sound.  The sound of no flapping canvas.  Not, thankfully, because our tent had blown away in the night, but because the gale force gusts had dropped and all was strangely still.

Until.

Pit pat, pit pat.

The theme of the day had begun, it was going to be a wet one.

Coffee was needed to get us firing on all cylinders and at the Dorset Farmers Market tent we found the Dorset Coffee Co. who served the best, and cheapest (that we found) coffee on site.  Even worth queuing in the rain to get it.

We had loads of stuff ticked on the programme to try and see on Saturday but the first one on the list was my choice alone, and alone I was as I stood in the crowd at the Castle Stage jumping up and down to Nellie the Elephant with Dick and Dom.

It does sound a bit odd as I type it in the cold light of day but we all have our guilty pleasures.

Dick and Dom were swiftly followed by the cast of West End Musical ‘School of Rock’ who gave us a brilliantly energetic taste of the show despite the rain which was still coming down steadily.

We spent a bit of time dodging in and out of the rain and, thanks to our tent being so close to the action, managed a quick afternoon kip to recharge our batteries.  Plenty of energy was needed for the night ahead and the evening festivities began with Holly Johnson.

This was REALLY exciting for me.  Frankie Goes to Hollywood were one of the first bands I saw live, 3rd April 1985 at The Brighton Centre, and I was a massive fan.  I was a bit worried that HJ would only play his newer, solo stuff, but we got most of the Frankie hits thank goodness.  He did seem a bit bewildered throughout the whole process, and unfortunately couldn’t give us Two Tribes due to time restrictions but as he was a childhood hero I can basically forgive him anything.

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We had wormed our way to the front of the Castle Stage for Holly Johnson and were staying firmly put for Madness.

If there is such a thing as a slick shambles then Madness were it.  They gave an artful impression of boyish larking around when, actually, they delivered a bang on professional set playing all the expected hits but still feeling fresh.  I was hoping to see a bit more Nutty Boy dancing from the dads in the crowd but as we were right at the front it could have all been going on behind me.  It was a feel good, upbeat, inclusive party – all sorts and all ages just having the best time.

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Madness said goodnight and as they cleared the stage we realised that actually, it was raining really hard.  The grass was disappearing and smooth rivers of mud were taking its place, thank God for wellies and not caring what you look like.

Final stop of the night was back in The Big Top for the Silent Disco.  I am probably the only person in the civilised world to have not experienced a silent disco before now, they seem to be de rigueur at every 18th/21st/50th/wedding reception.  However, as a silent disco virgin I was really looking forward to finding out what it was all about.

For those of you who have been living under the same rock as me and not SD’d before, it is basically a disco with no music playing through speakers only through wireless headphones worn by everyone in the room.  It’s brilliant because you are all dancing away like crazy but then if you stop for a moment, remove the headphones and look around, there is just a sea of mad dancing folk but no music.  A very surreal experience.  Camp Bestival upped the ante by making it a DJ dance off – there were two channels on the headphones and you could choose which DJ to listen to.  We had Soho Radio versus Dick and Dom, no prizes for guessing who I tuned in to!

We waded through the mud back to our tent and fell into a happy, danced out, rain soaked sleep, just keeping one ear open for Teen 2 as she crept back from the Bollywood tent at 2.45am.

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Rain did NOT stop play

Coming next: Adventures at Camp Bestival Episode 5 – The Final Chapter

 

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Adventures at Camp Bestival Episode 3: The Main Event – Friday

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.

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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.

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The Feast Collective, home of Butchies Buttermilk Chicken

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.

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Teen 2 headed to the Bollywood Tent and I made for what became my favourite place at Camp Bestival, Caravanserai.  More of that later…

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One of the highlights of the weekend – Sara Cox’s 80’s disco.

Coming next: Adventures at Camp Bestival Episode 3 – The Main Event: Saturday

 

 

Adventures at Camp Bestival Episode 2 – Tent Up, Tune In, Chill Out

Last time, on Adventures at Camp Bestival…lists were made, cars were packed, sandwiches were eaten.  Now that is what I call a cliff hanger.

Today, dear readers, you find us in the Camping Plus car park which is exclusive to Camping Plus ticket holders and the nearest to the Camping Plus site.  Easy to find, a slight delay getting in due to some dodgy traffic lights but, all in all, pretty painless.

We unload all our stuff, ALL OUR LOADS AND LOADS OF REALLY HEAVY STUFF, onto the grass and look up to take in our surroundings.  We really do look up.  Up a big hill that stands between us and our pitch.  But, no matter! The CB team have thought of everything and there is a free tractor and trailer shuttle service continuously running up and down the hill.

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Yes, it is really quite heavy

Fortunately , we had procured a huge fishing trolley so with that, a smaller trolley and two reluctant teenage helpers we made it up and down the hill in three trips.  Yes, three trips.  Suddenly our extensive list of essentials didn’t seem quite so essential but you live and learn.

We passed through security, grabbed our wrist bands and hunted for our pitch.  The site is marked out in a grid of coloured zones and the alphabet, so it is pretty easy to find your booked space.  I’d opted for a place nearer the action which was, by default, further from the car park but the trade-off was a good one.  Now all we had to do was put up the tent.

This was going to be easy!  You’ll remember from Episode 1 that we had a very successful tent practice.

On that sunny, still, breeze free day.

In a very sheltered garden.

Fast forward to an exposed hilltop.

In 30 mph windy gusts.

Hmmm…

We spent forty minutes wrestling with fly sheets and ground sheets, snapping two tent poles as they got caught in the wind.  Helpfully, Teen 1 rolled around the grass in fits of laughter as we grappled with what was basically a massive parachute ready to carry us away into the atmosphere.  I could feel my camping bonhomie slipping away.

Lucky for us that Camp Bestival folk are a friendly bunch and, just as things felt desperate, the cavalry arrived.  Four extra bodies, one bearing a roll of duct tape for our pole casualties, and between us we got the tent up and secured.

From then on it was a short hop and a skip to fill the tent, string the bunting, light the fairy lights and head down to the Magic Meadow for some food.

Time to relax, let the weekend begin!

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Thursday night – clean, keen and ready for action.

Coming next: Adventures at Camp Bestival Episode 3 – The Main Event: Friday

Adventures at Camp Bestival Episode 1 – Before

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Camp Bestival is a big deal around here.  Taking place only 18 miles down the road at the beautiful Lulworth Castle we are super fortunate to have such a lovely festival right on our doorstep.  Commonly known as ‘Bestival’s Little Sister’ (Bestival being Rob da Bank’s multi award winning boutique music festival), Camp Bestival has a trophy cabinet all of her own having been awarded ‘Best Family Festival’ 2009, 2010, 2013 & 2014 by the UK Festival Awards. 

The clue is in the title here, it really is a family event from babies clad in ear defenders being wheeled around in trolleys to tweens and teens roaming free because it is totally safe for them to do so.  It’s is definitely not all about the kids though – there is loads going on for the rest of us and with something for everyone it makes the perfect recipe for family harmony.

Teen 2, who is 14, was desperate to go this year and with Teen 1 off on her South American travels we rounded up a friend each and booked weekend tickets with a Camping Plus upgrade to secure our pitch.

Buying the tickets in February it seemed a lifetime away but a couple of blinks later it was July and there was serious list making to be done.

As usual when needing a bit of advice, I turned to the blogosphere and was well rewarded with a mine of useful info from Camp Bestival regulars.   Who knew I needed to add bubbles and glow sticks to my packing list?  Or that I would feel naked without full glitter make up?

My partner in crime for the weekend (who was leaving her ever patient husband at home) and I decided that a pre-departure meet up was in order.  We spent a funny day in glorious sunshine practicing putting up our tent and finishing our lists – anti bac gel, cleansing wipes, gas stove and kettle, tent, wellies, silk pillow case

Wait – did you say silk pillow case?  You do know this is camping?

Camping or not, smooth skin and frizz free hair has to be preserved so I’m sorry, call me a Princess, but that silk pillow case is going in the bag.  End of.

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Eggs, crisps and a bag full of bunting. What more could we need?!

Two weeks later and we are packing the car.  Seats down, roof box on, pillowcase packed.  The weather forecast is a bit dodgy and at the last minute I swap a sun dress for a couple of hoodies and we’re off.  Our Camp Bestival Adventure awaits us.

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Very excited in the queue for the car park. Only one thing for it – time to eat the picnic.

Coming Next: Adventures at Camp Bestival Episode 2 – Tent Up, Tune In, Chill Out

What’s Your Life Anchor?

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Recently I’ve been feeling a bit adrift in my own life, a sort of vague searching for purpose type of feeling.  My default reaction to this sensation is to up sticks and re-locate which goes some way to explaining why we have lived in such a variety of places over the years.

But this time I must be thinking like a proper actual grown up (for once) as I have taken a step away from salacious property porn viewing on Rightmove and tried to identify exactly why I want to move.

Of course there is a large element of ‘greener grass’ syndrome, it is easy to think that everything will be better somewhere new.  The reality of this is summed up in a quote from my lovely friend Anna, “same shit, different view”.

Exactly.

I think it all comes down to having something to anchor you to a place.  It might be a family connection, a job, a partner, a lifelong ambition to live near the sea/city/countryside.

I chose Dorset five years ago because of the excellent state schools but as the teens grow older and move on even that tenuous link will be broken.

Which leaves me with…not much.  Dorset folk have proved a fairly tough nut to crack socially and I can take my work anywhere so no ties there.

Which leaves me a choice, to quell my fight or flight instinct and try to forge new reasons to stay, or to hit the Right move app and start the re-invention process all over again in a new place.

Common sense tells me to man up and do the former which is quite daunting as it involves lots of ‘putting yourself out there’ type activities.

The jury is still out so I will let you know what I decide but, in the meantime, what would consider to be your life anchors?  What keeps you happy and content where you are?

Dorset County Show 2015

One of my most favourite things since coming to live in Dorset is the Dorset County Show. We have been every year of the four that we have lived here – the first two just as spectators and the most recent two as spectators and competitors. I get stupidly excited as soon as the tents start going up on the showground on the outskirts of Dorchester, a canvas metropolis rising from the fields. The early bird ticket office appears on the high street and there is a definite feel of the circus coming to town.

To give you the back story, the Dorset County Show began in August 1840 when a group of local farmers formed the Dorchester Agricultural Society and staged the 1st Annual Exhibition. 175 years later and the show still largely run by farming families and still a key date in the Dorset and South West Calendar. It is a huge event with livestock classes, horse and pony shows, elegant carriages and bonkers scurry racing. There are dogs galore, birds and ferrets, oodles of shopping opportunities and mouth-watering food stalls at every turn.

The show is a two day event and it is hard work to fit it all in a one day visit. I generally drive the teen and the tween to distraction, marching them round on a schedule fretting that I will miss the Dog and Duck Man/Hounds Demo/Pig Judging/Grand Parade.

Of all the tents (and there are many) to look at my top favourite is Homecraft and this is where we have made our entries for the past two years. There are a myriad of classes you can enter and competition is stiff, especially in the jam and marmalade classes – we’re talking hardcore WI preserves here, no room for lightweights.

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Last year was our first year of entering. I chose the picnic hamper and lemon drizzle cake classes and had a happy time channelling my inner Kirstie Allsopp as I worked on my entries. The morning of the show dawned and we were up and out at 7am to drop the entries at the tent before the show opened. It is a brilliant feeling driving onto the showground at this time. The autumn mist hangs low around the fields and all around you the show is waking up – exhibitors are munching bacon sarnies, cows are being hosed down, ponies hooves are being polished. There is a sense of excitement and anticipation as the minutes tick down to the gates opening. We parked up at the tent and, full of first time enthusiasm, carried our entries inside. The atmosphere was quiet and tense. It suddenly dawned on me that this was not like ‘show and tell’ or the cake stall at the school fête. This was serious! All around me people were placing, tweaking, polishing and appraising their creations whilst casting furtive glances to the other competitors and their entries.

I placed my picnic basket in its allotted space and began arranging my foodie mis-en-scène as best I could. I tried to engage my neighbour in jolly banter about her entry – this was a  school girl error – a chummy exchange of picnic preparation angst was not going to happen, she slammed her wicker lid firmly shut as I tried to peer in.

Entries set, we returned home to have breakfast and get ready for our big day out. By now what has started out as a simple bit of fun ‘Yey! Let’s enter some stuff to the county show! Such fun!’ had become a nail biting, nerve racking, full on worry. I had gone in like a lamb to the slaughter, no idea that the volume and quality of entries would be so high. I had gone in not really thinking about the competition element but now I wanted to win something!

Happily, with a bit of luck and a following wind, I did win something. First prize for my picnic hamper – hurrah for me and two fingers to the lady who was so secretive about her entry at the start of the day. (I know, it is not attractive to gloat, but sometimes needs must).

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So now we had the taste for competing we resolved to build on our success in the 2015 show. This year we chose different categories – rainbow cake and marmalade for me, Victoria sponge for the tween and a scarecrow as a family effort with the teen leading the way. The scarecrow was the most fun – we laughed ourselves stupid trying to stuff tights with newspaper and feed them into old jeans from the charity shop. The theme for the scarecrow category was ‘Thomas Hardye’ but rather than go trad with our costume we styled our chap as a member of the film crew from the most recent adaptation of Far From the Madding Crowd.

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It was a gamble but it paid off and we came away with second prize. The tween triumphed with a second prize for her victoria sponge but my cake and marmalade remained lurking in the depths of the un-placed; definite room for improvement there I think.

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We enjoyed a great day; marvelled at enormous bulls, cheered on spaniels and labradors as they raced in and out of the lake, ate hog roast and fudge and indulged in some fantasy chicken purchasing -I like the ones wearing big feathery trousers, the girls prefer the fat and fluffy ones.

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We returned to the homecraft tent as the sun was sinking and the crowds were drifting home. We folded and squeezed our make-do man into the boot of the car and retrieved the tweens winning sponge. Stopping only at the bin of shame to dispose of my un-placed rainbow cake we headed home already discussing, in true reality TV style, how we could ‘up our game’ and really ‘nail it’ with our entries for the Dorset County Show 2016.   Watch this space.