Recovered from the operation, I set off with partner to a village called Cropredy which becomes the site of a music festival once a year. We had never been before, but joined up with sister, her husband (both of whom had been before) and another Cropredy virgin: 2 year old nephew!
We set up camp in field 4 (there were something like 7 or 11 fields in total): with one tent, one sheltered gazebo and a campervan (2 year old nephew and expert in all matters vehicular: 'this is not a campervan, it is a van. That one - pointing out a larger one - is a campervan'). Whilst he amused himself with a fine collection of toys with wheels
We listened to the music. There was something for everyone, from punk to festival sunshine dancing with Dreadzone as well as folk and rock, but our favourites were: '4 square', 'John Jorgenson', and 'Megan and Joe Henwood', (her music can be heard on her Myspace page).
The concert field was dotted with a fine collection of flags and kites blowing in the wind:
The sun shone (mostly), and - whilst being responsible adults - we nevertheless kicked off our shoes, enjoyed the atmosphere, the food, and the odd glass of wine:
I think we might just have to do it all over again next year.
I couldn't resist. . .
3 days ago