Where else can you ride a Camel, eat at a Michelin starred banquet and take a yoga class by a serene lake – Wilderness Festival of course.
Expansive fields and hidden dips in the landscape were to be our home for the next three days – the most peaceful, spacious and clean camping experience to date – this doesn’t feel like a dirty festival more an energising weekend away in the countryside where you sit with flowers in your hair breathing in the clear air of the Oxfordshire rolling hills.
A hands on festival where everyone makes friends with everyone in an attempt to experience and take in as much as physically possible, Wilderness left me grinning from ear to ear.
The Old Vic Tunnels encouraged festival revellers young and old to get their hands dirty and create a Scarecrow in their name. Old coats, hats, dresses and sequins adorned figures of different sizes with some real gems being worn by festival goers alike. From Princess Fiona to cross dressing characters the Scarecrows were then paraded along the river and through the forest, to the beat of the festival’s Samba band, to their new home hidden in a tucked away valley where the party would later kick off once the sun disappeared over the horizon. The Tunnels then hosted a pumping Masquerade Party where we danced anonymously amongst our alter-ego creations.
With groggy heads on the Sunday morning there was nothing better than a swim in the lake in the beautiful Cornbury Park grounds to blow away the cobwebs. Muddy at first but blissful once fully submerged. Organisers tried to break the world record on Saturday night for the greatest skinny dip – who knows whether this was achieved or not – I expect officials got swept along by the hedonism of the night and lost count.
Arty, expressive, foody and chilled. We’re such bohemians!