We arrived back from Manchester at about 430pm on the Friday, packed up the car with all our camping stuff and headed off to the Wychwood Festival in Cheltenham for the weekend with our friends Mark and Jo and their two girls Thea and Isla (we got there about 7ish so still light enough to put the tent up). It's a great family firendly festival and very small with lots of lovely perks... like, you can drive your car to where you put your tent up and then move it out once you've set up, so there's no trudging for miles with all your heavy gear! They also have fantastic toilets... they are all portaloos, but we didn't see a dirty one the entire weekend which is a massive bonus where festivals are concerned!
By the time we were all set up and had Vincent and Isla ready for bed (in their buggies- Vincent with his ear defenders on!) we just got to main stage in time to see The Proclaimers... always a good quality act to see. Wychwood have a noise curfew at 11pm so they can't have bands too late, but they get round things for example by having a silent disco that goes on until 3am, where people go in a big top and each get a pair of earphones through which they can hear different DJ sets but of course it is completely silent. So people are dancing away in what is apparently silence to the outside world.. Novel!
We all slept well, although it was cold, and then we got up to start the day, toddling over to the arena to sit around and watch a few bands. We were really holding out for the headliners the Divine Comedy, who were just excellent as always, but we also got to see Duffy (who was okay), the Blockheads (who were entertaining and had a very good Ian Drury like replacement singer) and a few other bands we didn't know. Vincent loved cruising around the chairs all day playing with bottles and cups and papers and balloons (and wearing Isla's hat!).
Had a bad night with Vincent though and in the morning, we knew why because after having his milk, he immediately threw the entire contents of his stomach up, all over our sleeping bag...yuk! So we had intended on staying the Sunday night and going back Monday morning but that was now not an option! Isla had been sick the morning before so I think he had got her bug. Poor thing. He threw up a couple more times till all he had coming up was bile and then he pretty much slept on and off all day, although seemed very happy in the times he was awake so we decided there wasn't any reason to rush home. But we packed the tent up so we were ready to leave in the evening.
Vincent just had sips of water, refusing food as we expected and cuddled up all day. We chilled out in the big top and watched a great female folk group called Rachel Unthank and the Winterset (Dad would have loved them) and Miles Hunt (from the Wonderstuff) doing an acoustic set with a violinist. He was very funny and we found out things like, his uncle was one of the guitarists in Wizard. Also saw another folk singer Kate Rusby. Mark and Jo left about 6pm, but we stayed on to watch The Imagined Village which is an ensemble of famous folk people but also includes Billy Bragg. They were great and Vincent also managed to drink a bottle of milk so had something inside him before we wound our way back to the car and home. Vincent slept all the way and got him into bed when we got home about 10ish without waking and he slept soundly then till 7am... bonus!
While we were at the festival as well, we got some good news... Steve (this is Curly Kathryn) and Sue have had their baby.... a little boy called Jack... ahhhhh.... another little boy for the Wickford boys! All of Pete's mates have had boys... must bein the water!
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