Chagstock 2012 a bit later than most of the other punters and the camper van field was full, stuffed to the gunnalls as we found out later on our trek to the festival field. So we're in here with a handful of other vans and tents where the ratio of chemical loos to parties is about 1:5. Let's hope it stays that way!
my much admired festival poncho we set off for some revelling. Get this! We were in a field during the most dismal British summer in living memory and there was no need for our rain garb! Red Mel and I chilled out with a pint to a backdrop of music. Whilst Lou? Well I retain parental responsibility of course but there's no need here for him to be right at my side all the time. After agreeing a half hourly 'checking in' plan he ran around a field with a gang of newly acquired friends playing in the type of old fashioned way that his grandparents approve of. Not an electronic device in sight!