Too Little Sleep

As well as being on your list of people unlikely to go on a horse trek in the mountains, I wouldn't be surprised if I was on your list of people unlikely to go camping… at a festival. Once again, I can astound you with the truth:

I went camping… at a festival… voluntarily.

This is what the petticoats were leading up to. If you're wondering what sort of festival requires 1950s style ruffled net petticoats, it's this one.

I was rather fortunate to be able to restrict the downside of camping to 'cold', 'muddy' and 'not enough sleep' due to choosing the "glamping" option which included tea, biscuits, bacon sandwiches and toilets that wouldn't look out of place in a restaurant (apart from, maybe, the mud that ended up all over the floor).

The festivaling included such things as:

1) a 1940s style nightclub with brass band, burlesque and dance performances and such like and also with tea dances and dance classes and restaurant and a slightly annoying long queue
2) a mini Chap Olympiad which I was most chuffed to see having missed the actual Chap Olympiad due to Grandmotherly celebratory issues
3) music provided by The Faces, The Puppini Sisters, Wanda Jackson, Sandy Shaw and others that I'm too tired to remember at the moment
4) shops selling "vintage"* items one of which was a 1950s evening gown made for Princess Margaret and was, needless to say, out of my price range (I am intending to re-create it just as soon as I have several years free to do all the beading work)
5) Fortnum and Mason where you could go and have afternoon tea
6) a cinema showing old films
7) vintage cars and motor cycles
8) a rock 'n' roll tent
9) a curry house
10) a roller disco
11) a fairground
12) a 1980s rave
13) a beach barbeque
14) John Lewis (yes, John Lewis)
15) poncho making (which, regrettably, I missed) along with other fashion workshops
16) fashion shows
17) Butlin's
18) champagne
19) a 1940s allotment
20) a vintage bus to provide transport from the station to the site and vice versa
21) arty things
22) and other stuff (you may be able to tell that my tiredness is beginning to interfere with my memory of the weekend)


* when I first came across the word "vintage" to describe clothes, it was in Top Shop and I couldn't help noticing that it was used to describe unattractive used 1980s clothes so I concluded that "vintage clothes" was a pretentious way of saying "ugly second hand clothes that nobody wants" and now I'm really having trouble getting over that