It has been a long time coming, but here it is!
Way back in June, the car got packed up, and off we went...
To the Isle of Wight Festival!
We left London late on a Wednesday night, after my brass band rehearsal, and caught the ferry across at the ungodly hour of 2am. Yep, 2 am.
We disembarked around 4am, and schlepped off to find a suitable place to sleep in the car(thank god for fully reclining seats).
Bright and early the next morning, we headed to a cliff-side little beach, and had breakfast here.
Thinking we would get in nice and quickly if we got to the festival site, we decided to head to the site, and join the queue. For three hours.
Feeling slightly beaten, battered, and bruised after the long wait in the sun, we entered the site and headed off to make a home in a sea of canvas.
After a recuperative beer, we wandered off. Only to join another queue. But, at the end of this queue was the festival itself.
We wandered around, going on rides.
Dipping our toes into the fun at the Kiwi Camp.
Where we were joyously deafened by this lot, playing a bunch of junk.
Feeling slightly flat after all the travel and lack of sleep, we decided to try the oxygen bar. Meh. But look at that sunburn! Always be prepared, and wear sunscreen kids!
We wandered further in, to the Big Top, and danced away to Hot Dub Time Machine, before shivering off into the night during The Wombats` set.
The next day we ducked into town, where I stumbled across a pair of vintage Dior tights. How likely am I to wear them? Not very. Did I buy them anyway? Of course.
Heading back to the festival in the afternoon, we passed a row of amazing Lego costumes. These guys had the best camp set up, with a full bar and gazebo operation being run very smoothly for their own enjoyment. They were definitely festival veterans.
After a little snooze, we set off into the festival at dusk, and popped into the British Airways festival tent, and scored myself a hat. Buh-Bye sunburn.
Heading deeper into festival land, capturing an amazing sunset, just before Kasabian took to the stage. A lovely end to day two of the IoW Festival.
Saturday dawned bright, sunny, and searingly hot; which was a pretty steady theme across the whole of the festival.
We took off for a spin around the island, and came back that evening as another spectacular sunset dazzled me. We headed to the redbull cocktail tanker, to watch Liam Gallagher do his thing.
Suffering through the most annoying use of big screens I`ve experienced at a concert. Just his face. In B&W.
But hearing Wonderwall being performed by half of Oasis was pretty spesh.
The next day was the day I had been waiting for. The Killers. After a day spent daydrinking, I had a power nap after my burrito...while sitting on the ground...during Manic Street Preachers` set. I definitely take after my dad, who once slept through the Rolling Stones or something nice and quiet like that.
But, I woke up just in time for The Killers. Who absolutely smashed it! I had an absolute ball! And maybe shed a tear or two, being a bit sleepy and emotional still.
The night ended with fireworks! It was brilliant!
Earlier that day we had packed up our campsite, and so, weary and exhilarated after the show, we marched back to the car, and slept soundly till the morning.
That day we set off exploring more of the Isle of Wight.
We visited the garlic farm and walked away with some goodies, like garlic beer. Which was about as good as what you would expect.
We had a long lunch at this pub. Which was sublimely delicious. After lunch, we went for a walk in the woods at the back of the pub, nearly getting lost forever.
Having travelled the length and breadth of the island, we ended the day with this beautiful view, before heading back to the car ferry, and London.
I had the most lovely time, but to be honest I left feeling a little bit like...well... the below.
Was anyone else at the Isle of Wight Festival? What are you favourite memories from the weekend?
Way back in June, the car got packed up, and off we went...
After a recuperative beer, we wandered off. Only to join another queue. But, at the end of this queue was the festival itself.
The next day was the day I had been waiting for. The Killers. After a day spent daydrinking, I had a power nap after my burrito...while sitting on the ground...during Manic Street Preachers` set. I definitely take after my dad, who once slept through the Rolling Stones or something nice and quiet like that.
That day we set off exploring more of the Isle of Wight.
We had a long lunch at this pub. Which was sublimely delicious. After lunch, we went for a walk in the woods at the back of the pub, nearly getting lost forever.
Having travelled the length and breadth of the island, we ended the day with this beautiful view, before heading back to the car ferry, and London.
Was anyone else at the Isle of Wight Festival? What are you favourite memories from the weekend?