It took a while, but summer has well and truly arrived. The pale-faced pessimists who said that summer would never come now languish, fan-swept, in the coolest room in their houses. These are the same pessimists who never believed we would find ourselves with a British Wimbledon Champion come summer's end. They will have to save their pent up mockery for another grand slam. Unfortunately for them, and as an extension to celebrations of last year, this summer has been another flag waver's paradise. Just when we thought we'd expelled enough patriotism for one decade after the Queen's Golden Jubilee and The London Games, along comes 2013, or (for the optimist among us): 2012+1, or simply: The Update. It's as good as any Super Saturday.
So we find ourselves slap bang in the middle of music festival season. This week is book-ended by two of my favourite festivals: 2000trees, which enjoyed wall-to-wall sunshine last weekend, and Latitude this coming weekend. I was lucky enough to win tickets to 2000trees, so my girlfriend and I headed over to Upcote Farm on Friday morning - a site less than 15 miles away. In spite of my life-long love of music, it may surprise some that I've never been to a musical festival. At 27, this was a new and wonderful experience for me. And what's more: no wellies were required! Wet soil was rarer than hen's teeth!
It helped that 2000trees was set up as a remedy to the ginormous faceless festivals such as Reading. What struck me first off was how small, intimate and extremely friendly the festival was; you could walk from top to bottom in less than ten minutes. This year, the festival organisers capped the number of admissions to 4,500, so the festival was able to stick to its original philosophy as being more about the quality of the experience than a burgeoning, cash-centric capacity.
|The path to the Main Stage|