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Date: 26 July 2005 12:09:52
Ok, we're a month away now, so i am allowing myself to think about the August bank holiday weekend, which we should be spending at the glorious chaos which is the Greenbelt Arts Festival.
I admit to having a certain nostalgia about this event (which one of my friends describes as "Glastonbury with God") since it is where my husband and I first got together when we were 17 and 16 respectively. Lots(!) of years later I can still remember the sense of freedom that four days there gave me and last year we went back for the first time since 1995 - and I loved it.
The sense of freedom is still there - although nowadays I tend to see it as an escape from more stressful church structures and work rather than from my parents and my GCSEs, and we had a lovely time last year seeing friends, listening to stuff and chatting - and dragging our poor religious affairs correspondent around in the mud.
This year looks like being slightly more stressful as we camp with a variety of people who are already causing utter confusion. Still, sure it will be alright in the end. We might have enough tents and tickets - or we might have too many. I may have to help lead a discussion on journalism, or I may not. There may be tears, tantrums and huge disagreements but there's also the possibility that people may get on fantastically and learn loads and generally chill out. And if it goes horribly wrong, we can always escape to the bar. I think I'm just going to make sure we bring enough cake, and stop worrying. Cake is the answer to most of life's problems, I always find. Especially when it's raining (which it won't. This year).