“You must be crazy!” is what most people said to me when I said we were still going to Glastonbury despite me being 31 weeks pregnant. If they didn’t say it, they were… Continue reading
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… Continue reading
It’s with gritted teeth that I type this post out. Bestival 2012 is next weekend and I am not going. There’s an underground restaurant and everything. Bitter? Yes. More to the point, if… Continue reading
Heading to Bestival 2011? Bestival is now only a mere 19 sleeps away which means you have 18 days left in which to buy, beg, steal or borrow your get-up for the annual fancy dress extravaganza. Eccentricity… Continue reading
