This summer we went to our first festival as a family. My partner and I were both avid festival goers pre children but life and lack of finances got in the way and so it has taken us 3 years to take Frieda to her first festival. We went to the Tolpuddle Martyrs festival. It's the first time we had been to this festival and we chose it based on a recommendation from a friend and because it was very reasonably priced. It's a political festival and this year was, obviously, quite an intense year to choose as our first year!
We spent nearly all our time in the kids field. Frieda wasn't interested in watching any music and wanted to spend all her time in the excellent, very sweet, children's field. If i'm honest the music was a bit pants, meaning we were more than happy to sit around in the sunshine, in the kids field. I'm not sure the protest genre is really my thing!
This festival was just the right size for us, the sun shone all weekend, cider was drunk and Frieda happily played with her friends. In the evening I sat by a camp fire, Iona asleep on my chest and it felt pretty relaxing. I gave up trying to see anything and decided, simply, to enjoy the atmosphere and relished hanging out with friends and being outside all weekend. The tickets were cheap, meaning that, at no point, did i feel that I had to get my moneys worth, enjoying instead watching my daughter play whilst eating pizza and drinking cider. Happy children, happy parents.
This was a great festival to ease my self back into. Iona enjoyed it, she wakes quite a bit at night but slept no worse at the festival. Frieda had a lovely time in the kids field but found the music and the crowds a bit much and preferred our regular camping trip. Me and Alan had a great time. So yes, festival land we are back!