By the time you read I will have headed off into the pouring rain to tramp in the mud at Beatherder Festival in the heart of Lancashire’s Ribble Valley.
I am excited but terrified, I thought my festival days were behind me – I retired at 25.
But since James are headlining it seems that little has changed since the days I swapped tents for five star luxury.
Actually I could have afforded five star luxury just for the price of all the kit I seem to have bought – though I’m pretty sure I’ll have forgotten something crucial and I genuinely have no idea how to put up my brand new tent.
So wish me luck. I’m really hoping I don’t need a wee for at least 48 hours. I’m staying in the press and crew field – I doubt the loos are luxurious.
The clue being the word field.
Wish me luck! xx