Glamping & Glastonbury Carnival 2012

Last weekend we headed to Somerset for a weekend glamping in Glastonbury. We were in for a real cosy-den-bright-light-carnival-salvage yard hunting-cider-drinking treat. I won’t deny that poking around the curious, witchy,  crafty, charity and tea shops was also a draw too. Mix in a good dollop of fresh air and you’ve got the picture.

For those of you who don’t know much about Glastonbury, it isn’t just about the festival. The surrounding countryside is serine while the High Street is mish-mash of  witches, hippies, Barbour jacket clad spaniel walking country types and funky, independent shops selling lots of magic paraphernalia.

Here’s where we stayed care of Middlewick Holiday Cottages – a friendly rustic retreat set in beautiful English countryside with a selection of cottages, studios and the cosy e-den which we bunkered down in. We were sold when the description mentioned a sky window above the bed to watch the stars.

It had a direct view of Glastonbury Tor too. Not a bad spot. It’s a well recommended hideaway for weekend of lux-camping.

We sat on the fence watching the sky which put on a spectacular sunset. (No filters on this pic.)


Before all that, we spent some time poking around the town centre.

St. Margaret’s Hospice was a treasure trove of clothing and furniture run by a very sweet lady who was thrilled to hear I’d be mentioning her here on Charity Chic. St. Margarets provide palliative care, advice & support to patients and their families who are affected by cancer.  I’m saving my featured items for another post.

On good advice I spent ages in the Sufi Charity Shop raising money for Healing Hearts who run various projects in Kenya, Timbuktu and The Gambia. My sister bought some beautiful pashmina’s here last year.

We also managed to navigate a myriad of closed roads to Glastonbury Reclamation, somewhere I have wanted to go to for a while after chatting on Twitter with Simon who runs the joint with his Dad. I came away with some terracotta pots, a reclaimed school chair and some old wooden crates which I am looking forward to turning into an interesting light feature.


After dark, we wrapped up warm (I managed about 6 layers) and trekked down some pitch dark lines into town. It was Glastonbury Carnival night and we didn’t really know what to expect.

As the first float approached, it was clear we were in for a pretty full on spectacle of light and sound. People began spilling out of pubs and bars joining the encampments of families, fundraisers, locals and trashed tourists (us) along the pavement which stretched from one side of town to the other.  The only down side was the whiff of greasy burger vans whose volume almost numbered the floats.

Each float had one thing in common aside from the smoke and belting music. Heat. The lights are so bright that they radiate warmth which only adds to the “Moulin Rouge” style carnival atmosphere.


After the last float had meandered into the distance we ended up in the square watching the ravers jump to the drummers who’d set up an impromptu gig. We decided it was time to get back to our cozy den once the street cleaners rolled up so we took off back down the pitch dark lanes. It was hairy. Ozzy fell into a hedge twice while I stumbled down a ditch in hysterics when an owl hooted so loud I jumped out of my skin. It was a relief to see the lights of the farm.

The next time we go to Glastonbury will be in June when we head to the festival. Roll on, roll on, I can’t wait!