Tent Sniffing for Beginners

It's been a long time. Boomtown , my favourite festival, an interactive time of mayhem and unexpected delights interspersed with music and dancing. Unexpected discoveries, weird costumes, lovely people. Drugs, drink, dangerous living and yet filled with joy and love and calm.  For two years no Boomtown. No dancing under the stars, no trying to sleep while a huge festival city breathes around me.  And then, Chaper One, the gathering , and so it begins, again. The festival was smaller this year, it had to be, two years of next to no income and so many unexpected stops and starts. But the city was reimagined, all the districts, usually spread over acres and acres of national park were all together in the main natural bowl, natures amphitheatre.  I chose to upgrade my camping for 2020 and I had rolled the tickets over so I had a glorious bell tent with real beds waiting for me and I'm glad I did! Much like the lucky year I chose to take a camper van to Camp Bestival and then there

No blog posts for 2 years.  COVID hit me hard, a lack of festivals which had always been my happy place, my reset button for real life when I needed them the most was really difficult to cope with. I did manage a small bit of camping, but of course I was in the same lethargic funk that the rest of the world was in, caught up in lockdowns that should have made us productive (and given us time to blog!) but in reality just cast us into a no mans land of 'what next' just treading water waiting...  Initially I was hopeful the lockdowns would work in a few weeks, (how naïve!) I even had a mini festival in the back garden, camping out with my daughter, holding our own silent disco and watching movies late on the iPad. We had bunting and cider and music but of course it wasn't the same. The last festival I'd been to was in 2019. The mini garden festival was in April 2020 And there were camping trips I did manage to make! First I managed a trip away in a brief gap between lock