THINGS I LEARNT AT GREENMAN:
- I CAN survive camping…in a tent…in Wales…for 4-nights…in the rain!
- A chai latte spiked with brandy is truly epic. But asking for a triple is never a good idea.
- French & Grace’s falafel and halloumi wraps are out of this world for curing a hangover.
- I still have the ability to do multiple 5am bedtimes…just.
- You won’t ever miss your phone if you’re surrounded by amazing people.
I get serious FOMO (fear of missing out) and somehow feel that I can avoid missing out on anything if I have my phone surgically attached to my hand. But at 10pm on Thursday 20th August, I lost all phone signal in a Welsh valley just outside of Crickhowell. Where was I heading I hear you ask? To camp in a tent for 4 nights at Green Man festival. Stop laughing. I’m serious. Me. In a tent. For 4 nights. In the rain.
Turning up late in to the evening to a festival and having to set up an 8-man tent probably wasn’t the smartest of decisions but we sent our recon team to get there early and hunt for a space. They found a GREAT spot: roomy, near enough to the toilets without having the dreaded smell waft over, not overly complicated to find in the dark…almost too good to be true. We set up the tent (and by we I actually mean the boys – erecting tents is no job for a lady) and then kicked back with a glass of boxed wine under our snazzy gazebo. It was eerily quiet considering we were at a festival and we certainly made no attempt to keep the volume down. And then we started hearing hissing sounds from the surrounding tents. Turns out we had set up camp smack bang in the middle of the family camping field. Excellent job recon team. Excellent job. For the duration of the festival, we were kindly woken up each morning by children’s laughter/screaming/crying/all of the above, just a few hours after returning back to our tent. That being said, we ended up befriending our neighbours who braved bringing an 11-month old to a festival in an attempt to be super cool parents. Serious parenting goals.
If you are looking for a new festival to try out, I can’t say enough good things about Green Man – the music was great, big enough without being overpowering, lovely people, good nightlife yet still family orientated in the daytime. Even the food was excellent. We demolished several of French & Grace’s falafel and halloumi wraps, which were a saving grace for hangovers and I rediscovered my love of chai lattes in the Chaiwallah tent…especially when spiked with brandy. YOLO. My bedtime average for the weekend was around 5am, which I’ve not done since I was a wayward teenager. I’ve clearly still got it!
When I hit the M5/M4 on Monday to return home, my cell service kicked in and a barrage of messages came through from friends and family asking if I was ok. The fact I hadn’t been on Whatsapp for 4 days almost pushed one friend to call my mum to see if she knew whether or not I was alive. Here’s the funny thing, as a phone addict, at no point during the 4-days did I miss my phone. What I quickly discovered is when you’re around such amazing people – and Dave, Matt, Rachel and Hamish were seriously the best festival companions I could’ve asked for – the need for communicating with anyone else evaporates into thin air. What’s the moral to this story? SWITCH THAT PHONE OFF EVERY NOW AND THEN!