Tuesday, 26 July 2011
The Woosiest Festival Goer in the World... Ever!
Anyway, to be honest, I have to say that I hadn't been looking forward to Chagstock myself this year. With my energy levels at an all-time low I couldn't see how it would be possible to pack the car, drive the fifteen odd miles to get there and then pitch a tent. And all this after a visit to my counsellor in the morning. Pathetic isn't it? But seeing as I'd bought the tickets in advance and Louis would have been really disappointed to miss it, I mustered up all my reserves and headed off to the northernmost reaches of Dartmoor. I have to say that I'm glad I did.
Once we'd pitched camp and water had been fetched, my usual responsibilities of personal grooming and household chores were honed to the bare mimimum. Chanel, wet wipe rubs and teeth clleaning sufficed on the hygiene front and I cooked and cleared away a total of just three simple meals, relying a little more than usual on catering concessions. This left me with loads of luxurious free time to lounge around chatting, doing a bit of needlepoint and listening to that cool music man! Louis ran around the site with a varied gang of small boys in tow and forgot about electronic games and gadgets for the entire weekend. But instread of revelling into the middle of the night, we sensibly wimped out early and were safely tucked into our sleeping bags by 8:30pm. Sadly I didn't see the Magic Numbers or the 3 Daft Monkeys in the flesh but they sounded great from my snuggly spot a couple of fields away!
My musical recommendation from the weekend is Rodney Branigan, , Check out this cute looking Texan who, on some of his tracks, accompanies his own great singing voice and plays two guitars at the same time!