if only life were that simple
It’s grey and cold outside and I am dreaming of a field somewhere. Worry-free long sunny days surrounded by gorgeous vibes and happy faces.
To cheer myself up I decided to write about my best family festivals and remember some of my most special moments last summer. Continue reading ‘Best family festivals’
It’s grey and cold outside and I am dreaming of a field somewhere. Worry free long sunny days surrounded by gorgeous vibes and happy faces.
To cheer myself up I decided to write about my Top Family Festivals of 2014 and remember some of my most special moments last summer while on the road with Festival Kidz. Continue reading ‘Best family festivals’
Yeh, yeh. It’s another festival post. Yawn.
Actually… it’s not.
I felt compelled to document the latest weird occurrence I have witnessed…
OK, yes. It was at a festival.
Losing kids is the worst feelings in the world.
Although I’ve always felt festivals are one of the safest places for a child to go wandering, the reality of it happening still producing that sick panic and sinking feeling that ever parent dreads.
Remain calm…
I’ve been going to festivals for years, since the care free days of hurling myself over the fence at Glastonbury with nothing but a fur coat and a bottle of vodka. Think I’ve pretty much been to most of them in one way or another, working, playing and having fun. There’s nothing quite like it, and even since I had kids I still feel happiest in a field somewhere….. surrounded by smiles.
a field somewhere 