It’s been a while since I wrote a blog, but I haven’t been sitting around doing nothing – I promise. I’ve ran London Marathon, turned 50, spent a month in Peru and been catching up on work ever since…. Last weekend however, I had a break from all that and went to a local festival (Lakefest).
It had been a year since my last Festival, and I think I had forgotten just how good they are for my wellbeing. I don’t have a lot of stress in my life and I have plenty of outlets to de-stress, if I do feel under pressure, but going to a festival and camping away from home feels like a break from life, as we know it.
I know a lot of people like their home comforts and I do most of the time, but there’s something about going back to basics that is liberating (and we experienced this in Peru too). Mobile and internet reception were sparse, we slept in a tent, walked everywhere, danced, sang, talked but most of all we had fun. It was as if, during the walk from the car park to the camp-site, we shed a layer of responsibility and reverted to our festival selves, which is a better, more tolerant version of our normal selves.
This tolerance means that we tend to see each other as the same, age doesn’t seem to matter, you might be in the dance tent with a bunch of teenagers one minute and then chatting to a pensioner at the bar the next. Each of us having an equally good time. I remember my first festival when I was 22 (strangely enough Happy Mondays played there too). It was all about the music and it seemed as though most people were my age but now the music is still important but only a part of it. The camaraderie really is the main thing and not just the camaraderie amongst my group, the feeling of solidarity with the whole festival site makes you feel all warm and fuzzy.
So whilst there are some bad things going on in the world, being able to escape to our own little alternative world for a few days, really is something to be treasured. I’ll never take for granted the adventures and relationships that we’re able to experience.