Even if, Sometimes it’s better to just say ‘neigh’, our first summer on the road was one of a few great festivals, some severe setbacks, a lot of out-loud laughter, and many, many, many miles ....First to Lulworth, for Camp Bestival, with Vannie, Simon (and Izzy), and a first run as a VIP area in the artists compound. Happy days indeed, with Sir Tim, Frankie Boyle, Howard Marks and the Bestival crew into the small ours of Sunday night…
Then a month off, as the day jobs took over at Eastnor, for the Big Chill, Crickhowell, for the Green Man, and in Norfolk for Shhhh.
Beachdown went down – a pity indeed as for some months we’d been set to be the artists viewing platform for the main stage, but without a main stage, there’s little to view.
Over to Suffolk, and Festinho, as a part of the main stage arena and a second bar, ably looked after by Dan and his mates, before heading over to the Isle of Wight and Bestival itself, again in the artists compound, but this time as a full bar, with Nettie, Sasha, and Dan, before a final outing to Kent and a one-nighter-all-nighter put on by the gang from Shhhh...
Ooof.
Six outings for a first season, and we’ve ironed out most, if not all of any teething issues. The cocktails have been refined, the PA polished, and the boys, girls and assorted dinosaurs that have helped us out have all been brilliantly willing and able.
And the friends we’ve made? There’s too many to list, frankly, but shouts out should go to the Jestival gang and Coopers Rage, all of whom made it their business to keep us in business, and to everyone that came aboard, and gave us such a good time on the decks, be it top, bottom, CD or vinyl.
See you next year for some of the same… and a bit more besides.