Cue the strobe lighting, sleepless nights and diverse music, it’s got to be that festival feeling. Thankfully, the weather was a lot kinder to us this year and we got through the weekend with minimal showers (both from the sky and genuine washing facilities) and and a whole lot of sunshine.
So, the days went by and I can’t quite believe the diversity of events and people I experienced from the hard core dancing in ‘hashtag disco’ into the small hours and tense bunting and bracelet making to the more lightweight bio-ethics talk of human enhancement and the movement of technology. Then, there was the classic ‘beer and hymns’. This is a fairly simple and self-explanatory concept with a sermon something along the lines of “there are many ways to praise and worship God, and one of them is to drink beer and sing some hymns”. This is where thousands of people pack into one tent accompanied by a pint of beer from the ‘Jesus arms’ and bellow out well known hymns in, of course, the most tuneful of manners. If the heat and slight sense of claustrophobia were ever an issue, it definitely got turned up a notch when the dancing started in ‘Lord of the Dance’.
So, four days of singing and dancing, arting and crafting, playing and laughing, meeting the bands and meeting the festival-goers, what a weekend. As always, everyone and everything was fantastic and friendly but these kinds of things don’t just happen by chance and to do my bit I was on the ‘take-down team’. This was a not-quite-as-willing-as-putting-up team of volunteers at the end of the festival weighed down by heavy signs, constant reprimands and serious sleep deprivation until no one knew exactly what we were doing and people had lost all ability to even tie a knot. But, in doing this I did meet some truly fantastic people that I only hope to meet again before too long.
And, thus begins the frantic frenzy of friend requests, music downloading and photo viewings…
So, until next year, I guess that’s goodbye Greenbelt and thanks for the fun times.