“No one looks back on their life and remembers the night they got plenty of sleep!” ~ Anonymous
This weekend the Photo Challenge over on our other site https://weeklyprompts.com is Festival. The response to the challenge is answered by my guest blogger, my eldest daughter Victoria. Here she gives her account of a long weekend spent at a music festival.
For the second year running we’ve taken our family to Leeds Festival. It’s a hugely popular music festival in England, with a very young crowd.
One of the sponsors is an energy drink called Relentless. It’s an apt name to partner with an event that is quite literally four days of relentless dancing, jumping, singing, music and drinking over the August bank holiday weekend. The wild crowd of 16-25 year olds take it all in their muddy stride and the partying goes on until 6am every day. This year we took ear plugs…
We had the dubious honour of being amongst the oldest festival goers, whilst our 12 year old was probably the youngest jumping around in the Radio One Tent to the rapper Lil Pump. It got pretty rough and there were a couple of moments when I wondered if I was an idiot and she was actually safe. ‘Oh my God, are you a raving family?’ I was asked, ‘I wish my Mum had brought me here’. Raving: the act of wild, out of control dancing to electronic dance music and lots of strobe lights. It was fun, honestly!
We cheated slightly because we took a camper van, not a tent. We were away from the wilder parts of camping and the drug pushing. We could cook, bring in huge amounts of alcohol, take a shower and avoid the rain which descended heavily on the last day. I even took a butter dish. How very civilised.
My husband taught our 15 year old son how to pee in a cup under his coat. An essential skill if you have to stand for hours in a crowd. I taught my daughter how to smuggle Jack Daniels past security. Don’t worry, she didn’t drink any – we are bad parents, not really bad parents. We made sure they saw how vulnerable people became after drinking too much or taking drugs. I hope they remember this when they finally go by themselves.
Festivals are amazing and liberating places. You can wear whatever you like – fancy dress, g-strings with fish nets, tiny shorts, wellies, raincoats, masks, glitter – all accepted.
There are thumping bass lines making your ear drums itch, chants full of swearing and cursing, famous rock stars performing, the all-pervading smell of weed everywhere you go, the anticipation of waiting with thousands of other fans as the sun sets and darkness descends.
It may have taken us a few days to recover – my hips are not what they used to be and my liver needs a bit of a rest – but we’ll be back for more next year. ~Victoria.
Thank you, Victoria, for agreeing to be my guest writer today. I thoroughly enjoyed your article – the first of many perhaps?
(c) SueW-nansfarm.net 2018. In response to the Photo Challenge Festival from Weekly Prompts. http://weeklyprompts.com/2018/09/01/photo-challenge-festival