A Love Letter: To The Great British Festival
In an ideal world we would all be mid festival season right now, but Coronavirus has put a spanner in the works of all our summer plans. Having my first Glastonbury Festival temporarily taken away, and seeing many other favourites such as Reading, Truck and All Points East all cancelled for the year, has left me and many other festival fans with only the memories of what makes music festivals so great.
The normal outside world rules don’t apply when you step into a festival. Cider at 8am? It’d be weird not to. Seven hours sleep over five days? Yes please. You get transported into this temporary alternative reality and for the length of the festival, your worries and troubles disappear.
A festival has its own eco-system, the weather goes from one extreme to the next. Every morning you wake up boiling hot at 8am, as you’re layered up in your warm clothes from the night before because it’s freezing cold, to be greeted by your mates outside your tent who are looking equally as rough as you. Yeah, British festivals are known for having bad weather, but can you say you’ve really bonded if you haven’t spent eight hours in a four-man tent with six of your friends sheltering from the treacherous rain? It's all part of the fun…
Walking around the festival is like being in a totally new country. You’ll bump into teenagers celebrating (or trying to forget) their A-level results, adults who are refusing to grow up and everyone in-between. For four or five days, people from all walks of life come together to celebrate one thing: music. You never know who you will run into and what you’ll see. You could bump into a man dressed as a fairy offering you wheelbarrow rides to and from the toilets in exchange of alcohol, you could even get lucky and bump into your favourite drummer while queuing for food.
Spending five days in a muddy field with your friends, listening to music and drinking warm cider is what summer should be all about. You make lifelong memories, whether they are around the campfire with your mates, or finally watching your favourite artist. Festivals will return, and so will the crowds, but until then we’ll just have to put up with watching our favourite sets on YouTube.