Saturday 18 August 2018

Damp squib festivals no longer music to the ears

Pressure to have the best weekend ever is almost guaranteed to make you come away disappointed, writes Sophie Donaldson

FESTIVAL TIME: There’s the dream and the sad reality of summer festivals — mud
FESTIVAL TIME: There’s the dream and the sad reality of summer festivals — mud
Sophie Donaldson

Sophie Donaldson

Before the season properly descends upon us, I'm going to say it so you don't have to: festivals suck. I've been waiting to say this out loud since last summer, when I made the disastrous decision to give the music festival one last chance.

It's difficult to pinpoint one particular incident that made me return home safe in knowledge I'd never do it again. We even had a swish canvas bell tent, the kind you see dotted across rolling fields in brochures for glamping sites, lent to us by a friend.

With a pitched roof, even the tallest among us could stand upright inside and it was large enough to contain several double blow-up mattresses. But what nobody tells you is that they are freezing. While bog-standard acrylic tents mightn't look particularly pretty, the confined space of these tents is actually much warmer.

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