Goodbye to another glorious summer of British festivals

I have got a bad case of back-to-school blues, I get it every September. I hated going back after the long, summer holidays, and neither the English teacher quoting Keats’ Ode to Autumn, praising the season of ‘mists and mellow fruitfulness’, nor my new WHSmith pencil case, could make up for the fact that summer was over.

Gold stars please!
Now, the summer holidays are shorter, there is no pencil case, but the really brilliant news is that there is no school either. No homework. Although as I work from home all my work is actually home work. However, there are no gold stars (actually I miss those) and no detentions, apart from the ones I give myself when I am behind schedule.

Glitter and fairies
One of the highlights of my summer holidays was a customary trip to a British festival. Despite the discomfort of camping, the annoyance of being surrounded by thousands of other people, and the toilets (how do they manage to run out of toilet paper EVERY DAY?), this was more than made up for by seeing so much creative talent, and that’s just the people walking around covered in glitter, wings and fairy lights.

So much to see, so much to hear, so much to do. Great films, brilliant live music, terrible live music, theatre, dance, acrobats, comedy, author talks… it was impossible to take it all in. But I did my best, helped by an afternoon nap.



Memory treasure trove
We have so many wonderful festivals in this country, music festivals, food festivals, comedy festivals… there is even the Isle of Wight Garlic Festival. Summer may soon by over, but if you spent some time at one of our fabulous festivals, you should have some memories that could fuel some brilliant work. And if you don’t have any memories, then that must mean you had a particularly wild time…