Well as I said at the end of last year’s review of the first Playfest: “… with a bit of extra thought, Playfest could be amazing”, and you know what?… It really was!
Many people would baulk in horror at the thought of going to a festival when pregnant, I however don’t see an issue with it at all. Maybe it’s because many of my fellow mummy friends (who have never been to a festival) think that I will be spending the weekend covered head to toe in mud, surrounded by drunk people and being bashed around in a mosh pit. Read more…
Yesterday we attended day 2 of East Anglias newest festival, Playfest
Set in the grounds of New Eccles Hall School, in Quidenham, Norfolk, Playfest is in a beautiful setting, lots of trees and little coves of trees.
Getting there:
We knew where we were going as we live about 20 minutes up the road, and it was well signposted off the A11.
Upon entering the carpark (an empty goose farm field) we were told to park to our right and then the steward muttered something else, as I drove off another steward shouted at me “put your hazards on” in quite an aggressive manner! That must have been what the other steward had said that I didn’t hear. (I noticed the car in front didn’t have hazards on nor did a few other cars that came in, she didn’t shout at them!)
Many people would baulk in horror at the thought of going to a festival when pregnant, I however don’t see an issue with it at all. Maybe it’s because many of my fellow mummy friends (who have never been to a festival) think that I will be spending the weekend covered head to toe in mud, surrounded by drunk people and being bashed around in a mosh pit. Read more…
Well as I said at the end of last year’s review of the first Playfest: “… with a bit of extra thought, Playfest could be amazing”, and you know what?… It really was!
Yesterday we attended day 2 of East Anglias newest festival, Playfest
Set in the grounds of New Eccles Hall School, in Quidenham, Norfolk, Playfest is in a beautiful setting, lots of trees and little coves of trees.
Getting there:
We knew where we were going as we live about 20 minutes up the road, and it was well signposted off the A11.
Upon entering the carpark (an empty goose farm field) we were told to park to our right and then the steward muttered something else, as I drove off another steward shouted at me “put your hazards on” in quite an aggressive manner! That must have been what the other steward had said that I didn’t hear. (I noticed the car in front didn’t have hazards on nor did a few other cars that came in, she didn’t shout at them!)