I’ve been very quiet recently – I’ve just come back from the rather spectacular Wilderness festival in Oxfordshire. So I’m afraid this is a bit of a “what I did on my holidays” post.
Bjork was headlining, and the bands in the folk tent were awesome, but my favourite thing about the festival was that it was so much more for the non-muso. As well as the fabulous setting – and the weather this weekend was perfect for swimming amongst the waterlillies – there’s a whole host of other things going on.
There was a morning spent enjoying The National Theatre’s Treasure Island* – sadly I couldn’t stay for the ending which yes, I do know, but given the gender-swapped Jim Hawkins and resulting sexual tension with Arthur Darvill’s magnetic Long John Silver anything could have happened.**
There was the fiction tent, where I spent a lot of time and accidentally won the book quiz*** – twelve Picador classics – which I can’t wait to land on my doorstep, and discovered the genius which is the Bookshop Band. The Forum had incredibly engaging and brain-stretching talks about, for example, the combination of the internet and everyday objects such as record sleeves…****
In all of this fun, I am almost afraid to tell you I eschewed the promenading Twelfth Night production – not only was it far too hot to go traipsing around, but I felt two in a month would be slightly overkill!
I hope you all have equally exciting summer holidays, and may you all have access to bookshops in tents!
* Using a most suitable umbrella as a parasol.
** I’m now desperately searching the internet for a downloadable copy – or a viewing in London.
*** I mean, we knew we were taking part and trying to win, but we were hungover and half the questions were about the film of American Psycho.
**** And some very funny angry lesbian poetry