1 August 2012

Little Scribbler: goes to Camp Bestival!

Yay! Camp Bestival: the child friendly boutique festival with fun stuff for fancy parents too! Seriously, Camp Bestival is the classiest festival I've ever had the pleasure of. And, unlike the Scottish festivals I'm more likely to be at, it wasn't a mud bath either - double Brucie bonus!

Being a pretty child unfriendly person (children, I don't hate you, I just don't want you and don't want to hear you scream), I thought Camp B might be my worst nightmare. But, it's just so enjoyable that you can't help but be charmed by it and, to be honest, all the small folk kind of add to the fun atmosphere (where else would you get a miniature wooden portaloo?). Plus, the kiddie nature of it means that, while people are chilling and having a drink, it's just in a dead nice relaxed way, as opposed to being right radge (Scottish word alert) and lairy.

One of the other things that's ace about it is that there's so much to do: they have a spoken word tent, arts and crafts for lil 'uns, classic album play-backs in the castle (I know!), AMAZING food, pillow fights, jousting, a delightful forest walk (see creepy, yet awesome, pics below) and more! So even if the line-up is rubbish (which it kind of was), it doesn't matter. We spent a couple of hours sitting on the ground in the sun watching whatever came on next at the tiny bandstand in the field. It was just lovely.

So, while I reckon I'm not ready to pack in the lairy mudfests (Rockness was brilliant fun this year), the poshie-fest has totally won me over too. Roll on Bestival...

I loved the Sunday Best record label stall, with props made entirely from cardboard! My buddies tried to get in to play at the cardboard castle but they were too big.
Sadly, we did not flick our own veg. Insert joke here.
Biggest, most spectacular bubbles ever, blown out of what looked like a giant fishing net. Totes fish friendly way of utilising one of those. Plus, delicious food. My scallops don't look much here but they were divine!

Night time forest walk in the Dingly Dell. Yes, the Dingly Dell. I had a great chat in here with a very small child about seeing fairies. Sometimes it's important to uphold the dream.
Spreading the good word of the schuh welly exchange (that's why I was there) and some more spookiness.
Top left - my real hair. Bottom left - I didn't buy those leggings. I should have. I shall look out for them at Bestival. I can't play the piano but they were everywhere.

5 comments:

Hope Adela Pasztor said...

That looks like so much fun! I love the peacock welcome sign. =)

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Please may I? said...

Looks like you had a whale of a time.

X x

OrigamiGirl said...

My boyfriend's brother lives on the Isle of Wight and was reccommending Bestival to me. It really looks a lot of fun, and probably involves less setting people's stuff on fire than the last festival I was at.

Emsipop said...

I have never ever been to a Festival where you could eat scallops instead of burgers haha! This looks completely amazing, glad you had fun!
xx

Zoe said...

Great photos! I would love to go to camp bestival!