ISLE OF WIGHT FESTIVAL
2007
By
By
Matthew Richards
Having missed out on going to the festival in 2006, I was some what determined to go to this year. For about January on I kept on checking the website. Then when the tickets went on general release, me and my girlfriend had the money and we had friends who wanted to go as well. Sorted I was going to the isle of wight festival. I couldn't believe my luck. Having never been out of wales for longer than 1 whole day. It was a bit nerve racking. But hey, sod it I was going to listen to Kasabian, Muse, Groove Amarda and the Rolling Stones. All the excitement was unbearable. When are the tickets going to come. God I hope they come.
I had everything sorted for the trip of my life time, my friends were reciting how it was when they went two years before. Not realising they were wetting my appetite more and more every time they mentioned when they went.
June comes and we start to fret. Especially since our daughter was a bit ill at the time of the first week of June. But she turned out fine, then our attentions turned to equipment. Tent check, clothes check. How much food do we need to take. We did not know so we took a bit.
June the 6 our friends came down that night, to sort out petrol money, and make ourselves even more excited than we need to be. Could I go to sleep that night You bet I did I slept like a log. My girlfriend though was more restless than that. Nudging me prodding me to talk about the following day. I even made pasties for the trip. We woke up early to get my daughter up to the in-laws. I took the marinade chicken out to cook for the trip. I had one hell of a snack in the car. To be honest the walk up to my in-laws was the best walk I had with my daughter. We stopped to pick flowers for each other. She kept hers to either give to her nana or to feed their dog. She is a little rascal. We got picked up outside our house the wind was blowing nicely, then chris told me "we might have a problem with capacity" great I thought. We finally stuffed all our belongings into the boot and the front and the back. We had plenty of room though. The journey to Southampton was a nice once, music was going me and louise was playing top trumps, narnia ones, yeah I know. Cerys doesn't like to read while she is travelling, as it makes her feel sickie. A couple of hours later we got to Southampton, and chris takes the wrong road. Heart pounding, are we going to get there. Yes we did in time for the 4o clock ferry, only just. In the ferry we went up top to have a fag and to watch the island that we were going to rock to the foundations just appear like a mystical dragon from the firery depths of a volcano. Yes we are coming to the Isle of Wight. We parked and got as much stuff as we could carry the first time round. I cursed Cerys for wanting to take a large hold all instead of a normal rucksack. I struggled and struggled all the way to the gates. Then we walked all the way round the sodding place looking for a place to camp. So far I encountered all friendly people. Then we were told to go to purple 2. Where the hell is that. After a further 30 minutes we finally get to purple 2 and we find a nice empty spot by the pond. After we set up camp we chilled for 5 then we went back to get the essentials, the booze and food. A couple of drinks and non stop talking about the bands. At said time for me the one I wanted to watch was kasabian. Walking to get some water everyone was having a good time, putting their tents up. The water tank not far from us. Neither were the soon to become stinky toilets. Where to now we asked our selfs. Well to the strawberry fields of course. It took us about 30 minutes to get there all because we wanted to soak up the atmosphere of every one rushing here there and every where. Got to the cold carling thingy. And we stopped for a bit to get some air in the nice and open space that we stood in for a second. Then we noticed there was a camping stall there. Handy that was. We got ourselves a windbreaker so we could claim our perimeter by our tents. As we got into the strawberry field we noticed a bottle neck queue. I thought this was going to take a while, to my surprise it was rather quick. Thank good for that I thought. Inside first things first. Beer. Then told to get tokens. What queue twice just to get drink. As the night passed I realised that the tokens were a blessing in disguise. The stalls were good plenty of different things to keep various people happy. I went to get a drink from the hip shaker to see some of the fellow forum goers. But I got cold feet and kept on moving. I find that a shame now as I wanted to join in but alas my shyness over came me. Back at the tent and more people were pitching up by us. Good thing for the wind breaker. We had our spot and no one was going to invade it. The people next to us had their guitars out. I love acoustics they were pretty good too. I got drunk that night pretty quick some how. The morning after the night before I woke early. Sweating. I can't remember it being that warm last night. After a quick wash brush of the teeth. Some food, chit chat about the night ahead. We head into town for some food and to get more booze. We looked around and I would love to go there for a week to see the place properly. It seems so tranquil, albeit for the festival. Buses running continuously we weren't long waiting.. And as we got back the anticipation got to us. We got back to the tent as quick as we could. So we could get as much down us as possible, before going to where I wanted to go for a very long time. Getting to the arena was a bit trickier this time as floods of people decided to come the same time as us. Typical I know. The first band we saw was the feeling. And I am shocked as to how much I enjoyed their set. It was really good. They got the crowd going with their very easy to sing along tunes. I even found myself getting involved. The atmosphere was good my heart was pounding with the excitement. Who next groove armada. I was a bit disappointed with them a bit. Cerys and Chris went to the toilet. Louise and I stayed there and we got a touch bit closer to the front, just a few yards mind you. And they came on yes I thought when the 2 toilet freaks came back I had louise on my shoulders. I could only manage one song as her bag wanted to scrape my face off. I couldn't see with that thing in my face, and the buttons digging into my nose hooking their way into my nostrils, trying to make my nose point north. Super styling. Came on and it was all hands in the air. This is what I want my festivals to be like dancing to good beats while swaying with your girlfriend. This time we all went to the toilet. And came back to snow patrol. Who in my opinion have some good songs but they are bland and uninspiring. Funny that I should enjoy them. But I really did. We left that that night a bit early to beat the crowds and got back to the strawberry field to have some O2 ,try to win a teddy(failed miserably) for my daughter. And those sodding dodgems all four of us went on there. Me and cerys had separate cars Chris and Louise shared one. It took me the whole ride to figure out what that pink coin was for. Yep I know stick it in the slot. But at the time, I was moving but then the banging into me was causing that. Getting back to the tent we had a few drinks and me, I had 2 pot noodles and I was still starving after that. Really hungry I even contemplated spending 10 quid on some food for myself in the 24 hour stall by us and sneakily eating it there on the benches so no one knew. I haden't the heart to part with so much money for so little food. Waking up at 7:30 in the morning, once again with a sweaty neck. It was starting to bother me. I was the first one awake, sitting outside the tents having a fag and I decide to stumble to the toilets. For some reason, unknown to me, instead of walking across the paths I decide to walk right through the tents. It was foolish to do something like that. Half asleep, hang over, I was tripping over the wires. It took me about 40 to navigate through the sea of canvases, when it would have taken me all of 5 minutes to get to the toilet if I walked the normal way. At 11:00 in the morning I was the only one drinking. Nasty habit that. And we were once again deciding on the protocol. As long as I got to watch Donovan, we were there for all the others. Time is ticking I missed Donovan. But I watched him on the big screen by the bandstand. I thought that was a really good thing to have there. Nice patch of green to sit down on, a few drinks and I chilled out to Donovan. He was amazing, Saturday afternoon sun beating down. Cold drink in front of me, while Jennifer juniper playing. Just great. Walking in to watch Amy winehouse. Making sure Chris and Cerys went to the toilet before we found our places. We found a nice spot by the virgin VIP section, just down a bit next to the big green fences. I very much enjoyed the woman, she has great tunes. Cerys loves her. I just enjoyed her. I never knew how tiny she was though. At this point the atmosphere was chilled. wolf mother had other ideas. They rocked I like a few of their songs before the festival but now I am an avid fan. When they played the Isle of wight unicorn(good pun) I was bouncing. And joker and the thief I was bouncing even more. Louise was bouncing to them too as she is an even bigger fan than I or Chris and Cerys. Chris was the ash fan among us. Yes I liked them and their only I can give them credit for it Girl from mars. All the other songs was, well they brought me down a bit after wolf mother. Sod it Kasabian was on next. Before we even got to the Isle of Wight I told the three of them. "I am going to the front of the crowd when Tom and the boys are on, you are more than welcome to join me if you desire but I am going". All I got was no you go down and we will stay up here. I did just that when they came on. It was not as good without the people I knew with me but I loved their set. My only grumble is that I thought they were trying to bully the crowd to get them going. Not me I was going on my own. I think they would be much better with a smaller crowd, an arena if you will where they are intimate with the audience they are that type of band. They get off on the crowd buzzing and the crowd gets off on them while they are being one with the crowd. So I decided to join my friends, because I wanted to enjoy it with them. How I would have loved it if they joined me closer to Kasabian. I know what I just said about them but my other thought was they were the best band to have on before the headliners which was Muse. When Kasabian finished with their (I think) best song. L.S.F. The crowd was all in it together now, we were not lost but found and our souls are forever. The 4 of us went to get a drink. And my ankles were burning now.(more of that later. This is the important stuff) We came back and shuffled our self about 30 foot in front of the stand with the camera and lights. Talking among ourselves about Kasabian, how it was worth the entrance fee alone. The sun had set and I could feel the vibe from the crowd. Wow what a vibe it was. Then the galloping opening sequence from Knight of Cydonia came booming out. Tingles running through me. From the top of my head all the way down to the base of my back. Boy was I signing when the chorus came on. No one was going to take me at all. And the time was defiantly right. The lights the music the singing was just top notch. Not many bands can pull off the same sound they produce in the studio and bring it to the big arena. Boy what a performance. After Muse played I had to drag Cerys back to the tent, my ankles were burnt very badly. When I got back to the tent I was in agony. I was hurting, but all I could think of was I finally watched my favourite bands. With all the pain I just had to go to sleep. It is the only way I could get rid of it. I woke Sunday morning still suffering from my ankles. More after sun on them. And I went to the toilet. The proper way this time and I was limping a bit, my bones ached from the burning. I promised myself I was going to make a day of it. So as soon as I got back had my last pot noodle and begun drinking. By 2pm I was on my 9th can. With the sun beating down I was getting a bit tired just sitting there waiting for Cerys to get dressed while Chris and Louise went to get some medicine. Louise had a bite from type of insect, and her forehead swelled a bit. It was not mush but it did a bit and I think it freaked her out. After my sleep Chris and I took a few things back to the car so it was not so much of a struggle for us on Monday morning. Coming back from the car I left Chris to grab the girls while I went hunting for the only cash machine in the festival. Some of the men in orange shirts were no help I felt like they were sending me in circles. I eventually found the cash machine. OH MY GOD. Those were my first words when I found it. The queue was long and I needed money. I had to wait. I was in there for 1 hour and half I kid you not. With no drink the sun was to hot. They need a shelter there if they do not put more cash points in. All I could look at was the milk tent. When I finally got money, the first thing I did was go to get some milk. Yes it was cold. Oh I was in heaven. We went to get some more drink, and to have a decent look around the stalls. We saw some cool things there. Most were just novelty items. I wanted one of them poi-poi's. was once again a bit to tight. I bought myself an harmonica. Will be learning it. And finally it was over to the arena for the one most people will only see once in their life time. Yes the stones were on and I for one could not believe I was going to see them. I am still young enough to go to see the other bands again but I don't think I will be seeing the stones ever again. They charge way to much for their shows. We went to watch them in the same place as Amy Whinehouse and Wolf mother. Here is another grumble. I turned around and every one was taking aleak just yards from me. How could they. I loved that spot on Saturday. We shuffled I bit towards the centre. Chris and Louise joined us from going to get some drink. Then for some reason it was the first time I witnessed it all weekend. Some around us were a bit rowdy shouting how crap the stones were. "get off" stuff like that. Never mind it wasn't going to spoil my fun. From the opening track start me up right through to jumping jack flash I loved the stones and I felt the stones loved me. My high light for that set was Sympathy for the devil. I just love it. When they finished the people who were booing the stones were now jumping for joy and they loved them like I did. Then we could be heroes came on for the end of festival display and I felt the crowd was one. Yes we were all heroes for 3 amazing days and nights. I did not even care about the sardine effect of getting out and back into the strawberry fields. Where we walked round for a hour and at this point Cerys was complaining about her ankles. I felt her pain. Getting back to the tent and just reliving the whole experience inside my head for the rest of the night. We wondered where it would take us next. Small gigs or back to the Isle of Wight next year. I know what I want. Lets just hope I get it to. After a few drinks we decided to call it a night, after me and Chris went to get some water for the essentials in the morning. I think I went to sleep pretty sharpish,but Chris had more to worry about before he went to sleep. The New Zealanders next to us were a bit lairy. They wanted fun. So Chris was telling me what he heard. Which was they were going to foul peoples tents. I will not elaborate on that. But he told them to eff off after they picked his tent. I silently found this a bit funny only because it did not happen. In the morning we woke up the latest we did all weekend. Typical. But we collected ourselves and pulled everything down. And off we went. Back to home back to reality where everything will not be the same again. I found the bigger world, I did not want to leave. Driving back home I did most of my thinking on the boat leaning over the side, watching the Isle drifting away I wanted to go back. From pitching the tent up via groove amarda singing along to Lost Souls forever. Feeling the tingles during Knights Of Cydonia., And the euphoria from the Rolling Stones. I loved every second of my time there. I Must go back I will go back to where I first experienced freedom. It was what the festival was all about. Enjoying your time with your fellow man. And I did indeed. It will be with me forever now. I have my photo's and my memories. It was even worth swollen burnt ankles. Money well spent it was. Oh did I mention the red arrows. They were really good. I never even knew they were there so that was a really enjoyable bit of action. And they did bring the love back despite what some have said in the forums.
Having missed out on going to the festival in 2006, I was some what determined to go to this year. For about January on I kept on checking the website. Then when the tickets went on general release, me and my girlfriend had the money and we had friends who wanted to go as well. Sorted I was going to the isle of wight festival. I couldn't believe my luck. Having never been out of wales for longer than 1 whole day. It was a bit nerve racking. But hey, sod it I was going to listen to Kasabian, Muse, Groove Amarda and the Rolling Stones. All the excitement was unbearable. When are the tickets going to come. God I hope they come.
I had everything sorted for the trip of my life time, my friends were reciting how it was when they went two years before. Not realising they were wetting my appetite more and more every time they mentioned when they went.
June comes and we start to fret. Especially since our daughter was a bit ill at the time of the first week of June. But she turned out fine, then our attentions turned to equipment. Tent check, clothes check. How much food do we need to take. We did not know so we took a bit.
June the 6 our friends came down that night, to sort out petrol money, and make ourselves even more excited than we need to be. Could I go to sleep that night You bet I did I slept like a log. My girlfriend though was more restless than that. Nudging me prodding me to talk about the following day. I even made pasties for the trip. We woke up early to get my daughter up to the in-laws. I took the marinade chicken out to cook for the trip. I had one hell of a snack in the car. To be honest the walk up to my in-laws was the best walk I had with my daughter. We stopped to pick flowers for each other. She kept hers to either give to her nana or to feed their dog. She is a little rascal. We got picked up outside our house the wind was blowing nicely, then chris told me "we might have a problem with capacity" great I thought. We finally stuffed all our belongings into the boot and the front and the back. We had plenty of room though. The journey to Southampton was a nice once, music was going me and louise was playing top trumps, narnia ones, yeah I know. Cerys doesn't like to read while she is travelling, as it makes her feel sickie. A couple of hours later we got to Southampton, and chris takes the wrong road. Heart pounding, are we going to get there. Yes we did in time for the 4o clock ferry, only just. In the ferry we went up top to have a fag and to watch the island that we were going to rock to the foundations just appear like a mystical dragon from the firery depths of a volcano. Yes we are coming to the Isle of Wight. We parked and got as much stuff as we could carry the first time round. I cursed Cerys for wanting to take a large hold all instead of a normal rucksack. I struggled and struggled all the way to the gates. Then we walked all the way round the sodding place looking for a place to camp. So far I encountered all friendly people. Then we were told to go to purple 2. Where the hell is that. After a further 30 minutes we finally get to purple 2 and we find a nice empty spot by the pond. After we set up camp we chilled for 5 then we went back to get the essentials, the booze and food. A couple of drinks and non stop talking about the bands. At said time for me the one I wanted to watch was kasabian. Walking to get some water everyone was having a good time, putting their tents up. The water tank not far from us. Neither were the soon to become stinky toilets. Where to now we asked our selfs. Well to the strawberry fields of course. It took us about 30 minutes to get there all because we wanted to soak up the atmosphere of every one rushing here there and every where. Got to the cold carling thingy. And we stopped for a bit to get some air in the nice and open space that we stood in for a second. Then we noticed there was a camping stall there. Handy that was. We got ourselves a windbreaker so we could claim our perimeter by our tents. As we got into the strawberry field we noticed a bottle neck queue. I thought this was going to take a while, to my surprise it was rather quick. Thank good for that I thought. Inside first things first. Beer. Then told to get tokens. What queue twice just to get drink. As the night passed I realised that the tokens were a blessing in disguise. The stalls were good plenty of different things to keep various people happy. I went to get a drink from the hip shaker to see some of the fellow forum goers. But I got cold feet and kept on moving. I find that a shame now as I wanted to join in but alas my shyness over came me. Back at the tent and more people were pitching up by us. Good thing for the wind breaker. We had our spot and no one was going to invade it. The people next to us had their guitars out. I love acoustics they were pretty good too. I got drunk that night pretty quick some how. The morning after the night before I woke early. Sweating. I can't remember it being that warm last night. After a quick wash brush of the teeth. Some food, chit chat about the night ahead. We head into town for some food and to get more booze. We looked around and I would love to go there for a week to see the place properly. It seems so tranquil, albeit for the festival. Buses running continuously we weren't long waiting.. And as we got back the anticipation got to us. We got back to the tent as quick as we could. So we could get as much down us as possible, before going to where I wanted to go for a very long time. Getting to the arena was a bit trickier this time as floods of people decided to come the same time as us. Typical I know. The first band we saw was the feeling. And I am shocked as to how much I enjoyed their set. It was really good. They got the crowd going with their very easy to sing along tunes. I even found myself getting involved. The atmosphere was good my heart was pounding with the excitement. Who next groove armada. I was a bit disappointed with them a bit. Cerys and Chris went to the toilet. Louise and I stayed there and we got a touch bit closer to the front, just a few yards mind you. And they came on yes I thought when the 2 toilet freaks came back I had louise on my shoulders. I could only manage one song as her bag wanted to scrape my face off. I couldn't see with that thing in my face, and the buttons digging into my nose hooking their way into my nostrils, trying to make my nose point north. Super styling. Came on and it was all hands in the air. This is what I want my festivals to be like dancing to good beats while swaying with your girlfriend. This time we all went to the toilet. And came back to snow patrol. Who in my opinion have some good songs but they are bland and uninspiring. Funny that I should enjoy them. But I really did. We left that that night a bit early to beat the crowds and got back to the strawberry field to have some O2 ,try to win a teddy(failed miserably) for my daughter. And those sodding dodgems all four of us went on there. Me and cerys had separate cars Chris and Louise shared one. It took me the whole ride to figure out what that pink coin was for. Yep I know stick it in the slot. But at the time, I was moving but then the banging into me was causing that. Getting back to the tent we had a few drinks and me, I had 2 pot noodles and I was still starving after that. Really hungry I even contemplated spending 10 quid on some food for myself in the 24 hour stall by us and sneakily eating it there on the benches so no one knew. I haden't the heart to part with so much money for so little food. Waking up at 7:30 in the morning, once again with a sweaty neck. It was starting to bother me. I was the first one awake, sitting outside the tents having a fag and I decide to stumble to the toilets. For some reason, unknown to me, instead of walking across the paths I decide to walk right through the tents. It was foolish to do something like that. Half asleep, hang over, I was tripping over the wires. It took me about 40 to navigate through the sea of canvases, when it would have taken me all of 5 minutes to get to the toilet if I walked the normal way. At 11:00 in the morning I was the only one drinking. Nasty habit that. And we were once again deciding on the protocol. As long as I got to watch Donovan, we were there for all the others. Time is ticking I missed Donovan. But I watched him on the big screen by the bandstand. I thought that was a really good thing to have there. Nice patch of green to sit down on, a few drinks and I chilled out to Donovan. He was amazing, Saturday afternoon sun beating down. Cold drink in front of me, while Jennifer juniper playing. Just great. Walking in to watch Amy winehouse. Making sure Chris and Cerys went to the toilet before we found our places. We found a nice spot by the virgin VIP section, just down a bit next to the big green fences. I very much enjoyed the woman, she has great tunes. Cerys loves her. I just enjoyed her. I never knew how tiny she was though. At this point the atmosphere was chilled. wolf mother had other ideas. They rocked I like a few of their songs before the festival but now I am an avid fan. When they played the Isle of wight unicorn(good pun) I was bouncing. And joker and the thief I was bouncing even more. Louise was bouncing to them too as she is an even bigger fan than I or Chris and Cerys. Chris was the ash fan among us. Yes I liked them and their only I can give them credit for it Girl from mars. All the other songs was, well they brought me down a bit after wolf mother. Sod it Kasabian was on next. Before we even got to the Isle of Wight I told the three of them. "I am going to the front of the crowd when Tom and the boys are on, you are more than welcome to join me if you desire but I am going". All I got was no you go down and we will stay up here. I did just that when they came on. It was not as good without the people I knew with me but I loved their set. My only grumble is that I thought they were trying to bully the crowd to get them going. Not me I was going on my own. I think they would be much better with a smaller crowd, an arena if you will where they are intimate with the audience they are that type of band. They get off on the crowd buzzing and the crowd gets off on them while they are being one with the crowd. So I decided to join my friends, because I wanted to enjoy it with them. How I would have loved it if they joined me closer to Kasabian. I know what I just said about them but my other thought was they were the best band to have on before the headliners which was Muse. When Kasabian finished with their (I think) best song. L.S.F. The crowd was all in it together now, we were not lost but found and our souls are forever. The 4 of us went to get a drink. And my ankles were burning now.(more of that later. This is the important stuff) We came back and shuffled our self about 30 foot in front of the stand with the camera and lights. Talking among ourselves about Kasabian, how it was worth the entrance fee alone. The sun had set and I could feel the vibe from the crowd. Wow what a vibe it was. Then the galloping opening sequence from Knight of Cydonia came booming out. Tingles running through me. From the top of my head all the way down to the base of my back. Boy was I signing when the chorus came on. No one was going to take me at all. And the time was defiantly right. The lights the music the singing was just top notch. Not many bands can pull off the same sound they produce in the studio and bring it to the big arena. Boy what a performance. After Muse played I had to drag Cerys back to the tent, my ankles were burnt very badly. When I got back to the tent I was in agony. I was hurting, but all I could think of was I finally watched my favourite bands. With all the pain I just had to go to sleep. It is the only way I could get rid of it. I woke Sunday morning still suffering from my ankles. More after sun on them. And I went to the toilet. The proper way this time and I was limping a bit, my bones ached from the burning. I promised myself I was going to make a day of it. So as soon as I got back had my last pot noodle and begun drinking. By 2pm I was on my 9th can. With the sun beating down I was getting a bit tired just sitting there waiting for Cerys to get dressed while Chris and Louise went to get some medicine. Louise had a bite from type of insect, and her forehead swelled a bit. It was not mush but it did a bit and I think it freaked her out. After my sleep Chris and I took a few things back to the car so it was not so much of a struggle for us on Monday morning. Coming back from the car I left Chris to grab the girls while I went hunting for the only cash machine in the festival. Some of the men in orange shirts were no help I felt like they were sending me in circles. I eventually found the cash machine. OH MY GOD. Those were my first words when I found it. The queue was long and I needed money. I had to wait. I was in there for 1 hour and half I kid you not. With no drink the sun was to hot. They need a shelter there if they do not put more cash points in. All I could look at was the milk tent. When I finally got money, the first thing I did was go to get some milk. Yes it was cold. Oh I was in heaven. We went to get some more drink, and to have a decent look around the stalls. We saw some cool things there. Most were just novelty items. I wanted one of them poi-poi's. was once again a bit to tight. I bought myself an harmonica. Will be learning it. And finally it was over to the arena for the one most people will only see once in their life time. Yes the stones were on and I for one could not believe I was going to see them. I am still young enough to go to see the other bands again but I don't think I will be seeing the stones ever again. They charge way to much for their shows. We went to watch them in the same place as Amy Whinehouse and Wolf mother. Here is another grumble. I turned around and every one was taking aleak just yards from me. How could they. I loved that spot on Saturday. We shuffled I bit towards the centre. Chris and Louise joined us from going to get some drink. Then for some reason it was the first time I witnessed it all weekend. Some around us were a bit rowdy shouting how crap the stones were. "get off" stuff like that. Never mind it wasn't going to spoil my fun. From the opening track start me up right through to jumping jack flash I loved the stones and I felt the stones loved me. My high light for that set was Sympathy for the devil. I just love it. When they finished the people who were booing the stones were now jumping for joy and they loved them like I did. Then we could be heroes came on for the end of festival display and I felt the crowd was one. Yes we were all heroes for 3 amazing days and nights. I did not even care about the sardine effect of getting out and back into the strawberry fields. Where we walked round for a hour and at this point Cerys was complaining about her ankles. I felt her pain. Getting back to the tent and just reliving the whole experience inside my head for the rest of the night. We wondered where it would take us next. Small gigs or back to the Isle of Wight next year. I know what I want. Lets just hope I get it to. After a few drinks we decided to call it a night, after me and Chris went to get some water for the essentials in the morning. I think I went to sleep pretty sharpish,but Chris had more to worry about before he went to sleep. The New Zealanders next to us were a bit lairy. They wanted fun. So Chris was telling me what he heard. Which was they were going to foul peoples tents. I will not elaborate on that. But he told them to eff off after they picked his tent. I silently found this a bit funny only because it did not happen. In the morning we woke up the latest we did all weekend. Typical. But we collected ourselves and pulled everything down. And off we went. Back to home back to reality where everything will not be the same again. I found the bigger world, I did not want to leave. Driving back home I did most of my thinking on the boat leaning over the side, watching the Isle drifting away I wanted to go back. From pitching the tent up via groove amarda singing along to Lost Souls forever. Feeling the tingles during Knights Of Cydonia., And the euphoria from the Rolling Stones. I loved every second of my time there. I Must go back I will go back to where I first experienced freedom. It was what the festival was all about. Enjoying your time with your fellow man. And I did indeed. It will be with me forever now. I have my photo's and my memories. It was even worth swollen burnt ankles. Money well spent it was. Oh did I mention the red arrows. They were really good. I never even knew they were there so that was a really enjoyable bit of action. And they did bring the love back despite what some have said in the forums.
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