Hix gourmet banquets, wild swimming, aromatherapy massages, sunrise yoga, unicorn hunting, discussing the Sunday papers, tea and crumpets, clean loos (kinda), showers, handmade gelato, Burt Bacharach, leotards, glitter, champagne, the BEST BACON SANDWICHES IN THE WORLD (on some kind of organic sourdough. Obvs) and impromptu cricket matches… it can only be the Wilderness Festival.
This year I flew on the back of a winged unicorn, into deepest Oxfordshire and leapt headfirst into the magic and madness of Wilderness 14; the most wonderful festival of everything everything everything. I lived in my FieldCandy tent (more on this soon) covered myself from head to toes in glitter and Accessorize sparkles and ate approximately eight meals a day.
There was music and dancing (everything from London Grammar to the John Langan Band) talks and debates (Huffington Post, Frontline Club, Book Slam etc) exquisite eats, banquets and feasts (Polpo, Moro, Hix, J Sheekey etc) theatre, late night revelry, spectaculars and magic… and if you’re serious about the festival, you’ll join me in donning a tail, stuffing your face with grilled cheese sandwiches (goats cheese, honey and walnuts thank you very much) and will sing along like a MAD THING to the Indiana Jones theme tune, played by the Wilderness Orchestra. Oh yes you will.
For my full photo collection (I was rather snap happy) please pop over to my Facebook page here to see the album… but for now, here are a few pics of my wonderful time away in the wilderness… (in Oxfordshire. Cough.)
Until next year, Wilderness… I’ll be back.
In a completely non-terminator fashion.