Just back from, festival going, a new activity for the Lovelygrey family. We chose the venue for our intiation carefully, an event that was billed as child friendly, reasonably cheap and close to home. Chagstock, a music festival held on the edge of Dartmoor met our criteria, coming highly recommended by family's more experienced in rolling around in the mud in their wellies. Kay and Melanie, friends from college and fellow festival virgins joined us and shared the twenty year old tent that was a wedding gift from Mama and Papa Lovelygrey. Amazingly it still doesn't leak!
As it's July, I was expecting our £130 family ticket to guarantee sunshine. I was therefore slightly perturbed that rain started to come down in sheets over the Devon countryside throughout Wednesday and Thursday. It caused Mr Lovelygrey to fret about the prospect of our lovely Knaus motorhome having to be towed in or out of a field, something experienced once before that none of us are keen to repeat. My husband was not the only one with a head full of worries before the event. The father of Niall, Louis' friend who came with us was concerned about the kids being bored as so sent his son away heavily laden with toys and books.
But fear not! Much to the delight of all the male members of our van, we were parked next to this D-day beauty which acted as a wonderful climbing frame and prop for boyish role play. It was even kitted out with metal helments and other World War II accoutrements. There was also football with other kids to the backdrop of mainstage music, running around the field comminicating by walkie-talkie and multiple tries at the Lucky Dip to name a few of the things that kept the boys pretty well occupied all weekend.
Here are the boys in their 'cool' festival gear. The T-shirts were a gift from me and then the lure of matching caps and badges separated them from their pocket money. Mummy Lovelygrey enjoyed seeing friends succumbing to some light retail therapy (a wrist purse and a lovely ring) and supping the delicious local cider. Sadly though, festival going did not turn out to be Mr Lovelygrey's bag so next year might have to be a weekend for mums and small boys only.