The story begins on Thursday, with a very long car journey down to Cornwall from Bath. Me and my sister, Laura, loaded up the car with everything, and set off just after lunchtime. I made flower garlands the whole way there, and we listened to music and tried not to feel nervous.
The Sat Nav got us to an Unamed Road, and we drove along, getting progressively more scared by the lack of signs and the deserted farms with half-missing Cornish flags, and then… there it was! We had made it to The Wyldes!
We went in and were met by Lee, one of the organisers, who escorted us to our pitch. We were very lucky as we ended up next to a tea stall with very lovely owners, who kept us filled up with tea all weekend 🙂
We then set up the gazebo (in the most ridiculous winds!), and unloaded some of the stands and decorations, before setting up our own tent. We then headed off to Widemouth for some food, and ate at a lovely little restaurant overlooking the beach. Me and Laura are from the Midlands originally, so obviously we do little squeaks of excitement every time we see the sea!
After a ridiculously large portion of scampi and chips, we headed back to the festival site. Earlier on, we had been able to drive straight through the site, but while we were away eating, the organisers had put up ropes, to rope off walkways through the campsite. Unfortunately, in the dark, it was like a weird, giant game of Pacman! After asking the lovely recycling man, we made it back to the car park and got an early night, ready for the excitement of the next day!