The thing about the festival is that it can be whatever you want it to be. Friends can be the people you’ve came with or some you’ve just met. Costumes are perfectly accepted and encouraged. Outrageous is the norm.  Families come for the music and the craic.

Luxury is unnecessary. Chairs are a perk.

Starting midday, acts run all day long and well into the mid-morning. “I’m going for a wander” is a perfectly logical destination. And every time you enter the woods you find something new that you will probably never find again. You will always have one person that you’ve been separated from and are trying to meet up with, and you may or may not find them. The production of these searches lean from entertaining to annoying.

“The festival is a time for you to forget yourself. The seriousness of day to day responsibilities. And just relax. You see old friends and don’t have to worry about the BS of catching up and instead shite talk the whole time. ” -Anita

Sleep is captured when needed and not before.

The ability to loose yourself is easy. The atmosphere is casual. The noises constant. Faces change constantly.

Rain and sun. There is not one reason to be here. But many. Joys to be found in day or night.

-a wanderer-