Sunday at Wilderness, the glorious festival of EVERYTHING interesting (food, bands, more food, art, books, dancing, talks, wild swimming, masquerades, acrobats, glitter, flowers, cake, comedy, AND MORE) ‚in the Oxfordshire countryside, proved even more fun than Saturday. And Saturday was a RIOT. Everyone was relaxed by now, the most recalcitrant attendees were finally sporting their tails, and the shyest infants were clamouring for face painting sessions.
Standing in the queue for breakfast I spotted this guy just casually wearing his tutu. As you do. And points to the parents who stuck their phone numbers on the back of these T shirts.
I was supposed to be having a facial in the holistic area but it was triple booked — quite impressive disorganisation there, so I ate a ginormous fried egg ketchup sandwich under a tree, whilst waggling my toes in the sunshine and getting cracking on Gone Girl, which has been languishing on my Kindle for over a year.
The diversity of ways in which you can occupy yourself at Wilderness really is mind-boggling. Hurdle making?
But my heart was firmly with the Village Hall. We danced there in the early hours to disco, and during the day there was always something fun going down.
Best of all was the Village Hall fashion show. With band.
Open to all, it was a veritable fiesta of English eccentricity and a joyful celebration of our national sense of humour.
There were hula hooping monks and pregnant ladies
The hot Wilderness Post Office boys got in on the act - en masse.
There were sightly odd sexy chicken love heart hybrids
And charladies. (Because any English fancy dress event legally has to have a couple of guys in drag.)
We spotted photographer extraordinaire Dixon and her trusty assistant/sidekick on the other side of the impromptu catwalk.
The crowd was very taken with these homespun (ha!) costumes.
Then the final parade:
Although frankly the onlookers were just as splendid as the participants.
We slipped off to the Secret Forum for HuffPo’s late afternoon stellar panel who were discussing whither Feminism. HuffPo’s UK Editor in Chief, the brilliant Carla Buzasi, Bonnie Greer, Lucy-Anne Holmes of No More Page 3, and campaigner Caroline Criado-Perez. Standing room only, and absolutely riveting, it was one of the highlights of my weekend.
Rachel had to drive back home on Sunday night, so we had a final late afternoon dance to some fab 80s tunes outside at the Village Hall — YMCA may have featured.
I had a lovely wander around the campsite in the evening, listening to music and chatting to random people.
These tobacco Ash Julian boots were the best purchase of the summer. So comfortable, and perfect for stomping around fields. (All sold out — unless you are a 36 in which case BARGAINin the sale, but these are pretty fab too. Their new season short cowboy boot is this one. )
And then it was one last evening in the yurt, and up and off on Monday morning to my mother’s cottage for her birthday lunch.
Thank you again lovely Smashbox people! for hosting Rachel & me at Wilderness 2013 xx