07 April 2017
I'm contemplating the prospect of general camping with an equal mixture of dread and excitement. Excitement, because I never realised how detached the whole campervan or glamping experience really was.
2014; 30-45 minute walk back up to campervan fields, up a large slippery hill. The walk in was a bastard too. One of the few benefits of being a smaller person is that you don't fall over very often. Low centre of gravity. I fell on my arse three times going to see Metallica. A coat was chucked in the bin that night.
2016: Flatter walk, quicker to get to the festival gates, but miles away from anywhere you want to go. Also bollocks in its own way.
2017: Thinking Baileys. It's a bit out of the way, but it's on relatively flat ground, and it's going to be nowhere near the walk we're used to. Open to other suggestions. Where's best, @SuperMikey and @KRG?