Bertie Loves Glastonbury!
So the last time I ventured to Glastonbury Festival was over two years ago! I was unmarried and Bertie was just a twinkle in the sky. Having been five times previously I was well aware of what I was letting myself in for and have had to mother bigger babies over the years of going. Anyways there always seems to be loads of kids having the time of their lives sitting back watching the world go by in a fairy lit wagon, how hard could this be?
However, I still found myself worrying and asking myself questions, would it be as fun as last time? Will Bertie enjoy it? What happens if it is a washout? How will we cope in the mud?
We were glued to the weather forecast before the festival started and heard that the site was already knee deep in mud before anyone began to arrive after days of downpours. We arrived with shiny new wellies, a brand new tent and Bertie sat comfortably in his retro wagon and plodded up to the Cockmill Meadow family camping area where we set up home for the next few days!
So yeah…it was muddy…..But this is Glastonbury and as we all know it wouldn’t be Glastonbury without mud. So we had to face facts, Bertie wasn’t going to keep clean, it’s not the end of the world if he eats a biscuit with mud on it and the festivally chic wagon was only going to last a few hours until we decided to dump it in a property lock up near the Park and deal with it on Monday morning.
It also soon became apparent that waking up in the tent with an 1 year old was not all that relaxing with dangers such as water bottles filled with gin and food lying around so I decided that it was best to leave the hungover half of the group, pack up a day bag with supplies and get out of there asap.
We would head to the Kidzfield for a few hours and explore the giant sandpit, grab a proper coffee and watch all the hard work that was being done in carpentry corner. It was a feast for the eyes and I loved watching Bertie take in everything that was happening around him! What must have been going through his mind?
Everything seemed so much easier than being at home, he ate when he wanted to, he slept wherever he felt like it and there were no pressure of having to be somewhere at a certain time! In true Glastonbury style they had thought of everything. We even discovered a baby tent where you could help your self to a clean bottle and free Ella’s Kitchen! Breakfast bars for tea and mash potato for breakfast became the norm (the diet starts Monday) and noone seemed to batter an eyelid at the emergency nappy changes in front of the Pyramid stage!
We were lucky, we had glamorous glamping Grandparents who were on hand most days to restock us with supplies from the outside world which helped! We also had best friends on hand to share the load and everyone mucked in! It would have been alot more challenging without them!
It obviously took us longer to get from one place to the other so we found ourselves finding a base for the day and allowing Glastonbury to come to us! The circus fields and theatre fields entertained us with walkabout grannies serving tea, health and safety officers and giant seagulls.
What did I learn?
Checking every weather forecasting website is a waste of time- we had the odd shower but nothing too drastic.
Ok so we didn’t manage to see everyone we wanted to see but then again do we ever? I found myself doing a salsa class in Glasto Latino when I realised Lapsley was on at the John Peel tent – a 40 minute walk away! You just have to go with the flow and accept that you can’t see everything although looking back at previous years I think we saw more music than ever before! We managed Tom Odell, Jess Glynne, ELO, Foals, Daughter, Ellie Goulding, Gregory Porter to name a few! Bertie loved Adele and was kicking and dancing away in the carrier throughout! I was excited for him to see Coldplay light up the Pyramid Stage on the Sunday night with bubbles, fireworks, paper stars, flares and of course their impressive wrist lights! Guess what? He slept through the whole thing!
His ear defenders were our saving grace even though he hated wearing them when he was awake! It meant that we didn’t have to worry about noise levels when he was asleep in the carrier and we could party into the early hours without a peep from him! He certainly looked the part in the silent disco tent!
Looking back I would say that it was a different Glastonbury experience in the best way possible! Any sign of a hangover first thing was soon a distant memory as soon as we set off on our morning stroll. I saw a side to the festival that I have never seen before!
Shangri-la , Block 9 and the whole of the South West corner were no longer on our radar and were replaced by morning yoga sessions and a Tai Chi class followed by leisurely ciders in the sunshine at the Cider bus, followed by late nights in the Silent Disco! Other than that there was very little change from the previous years! I had many Glasto moments and we still managed to meet up with loads of friends in the same way as we always do!
As we listened in the car to the highlights on BBC Radio One the Glasto Blues inevitably set in as they always so early on the Monday morning.As my phone began to recharge I started to catch up with friends and answer their questions about all the festival fun we had. I only wish Bertie could have answered them too! I was dying to know what he thought of Glastonbury. Did he have fun? Who were his favourite band? What was his best meal?What was his Glastonbury moment? Obviously he can’t tell me this time but he slept well and was full of smiles and giggle so that’s a good sign right? After all not many people can say they were at Glastonbury festival at the age of 1.
I only hope that he loves it as much as I do.
See you next year Glasto family!
Lots of Love
xxx Sophie xxx