Festivals for fatigued forty-somethings

Loos, no queues and good booze, PLUS the founder of parkrun invites us into his lovely house and I recommend some tasty stuff to eat, wear and play.

The last festival I went to was The Big Chill. I was in my twenties, experimenting with being a ‘cool girl.’ I emerged from that weekend with PTSD from the Portaloos and the sadness of knowing deep down I was never going to be the sort of girl I wanted to be - i.e. Kate Moss in her Glastonbury era.

Fast forward a couple of decades and I have very much accepted my inability to be a cool girl. In fact, I spent the weekend mum dancing to Abba (sorry, the ‘Fabba Girls’) in a raincoat on Barnes Green. I had the best time. And, as every forty-something in the crowd probably said at some point during the night, ‘who needs Glastonbury, eh?!’ Well, obviously – lots of people do, but not me. All I need are these exact five things…