This trip is out of sync with my other posts as it happened today. Normal service will be resumed.
They never tell you when you’re a teenager that when you become, shall we say “more mature” that although your body is sagging and aching, inside your head there is still an eighteen year old trying to get out.
Well they probably did tell us, but when your eighteen you never think your going to grow old.
We decided to release our younger selves and go party. Saturday morning and we drove Puffin up to the posh end of town pulling up outside the house we affectionately know as the “Crazy Shack”. We were picking up our feral daughter and our equally feral granddaughter.
The sounds were blasting from the camper stereo as we started our family road trip. Fifteen minutes later we pulled in to our destination.
Yes, we were getting down with the kids at our first ever VW festival and virtually on our doorstep. This was a day visit to break us in to festival life gently.
The Dubs in the Middle VW Festival at Evesham
We took the posse of younger people with us just in case we were turned away at the gate for being too old.
My first wrist band
The vast array of VW vehicles kept me busy while the rest of the gang bought various items of clothing from the trade stands.
Toyota engined Doka Bay
Splitty with barn side doors
Immaculate Beetle engine
There was a Foam pit, but sadly only for the little ones.
Live bands were playing in the two Marquees.
One of the advantages of taking a campervan to a festival is being able to have a cup of tea, a piece of homemade cake and an afternoon nap to rest our weary bones before we party on with the kids later.
Unfortunately, early evening and our energy levels started to wane and we took the unanimous decision to head home.
Sadly the Extreme knitter and I would have to miss one thing we wanted to experience as it didn’t start until 11pm. “The Silent Disco”
I found the concept of the silent disco fascinating. I presume my younger reader will know all about it, but for the more elderly reader I will explain. You walk into a marquee with a mass of writhing bodies, strutting their stuff on the dance floor and the DJ is spinning his sounds, but the room is silent. Everyone is wearing a pair headphones that connect them via Bluetooth to the sound system. Not only that there are three separate channels, so you could be dancing to Abba, your partner might be jiving to Buddy Holly and your drunken mate would be head banging to AC/DC. How weird is that.
If this technology had existed back in the fifties it could have caused problems. Imagine asking your date for the evening to step up onto the Tower dance floor at Blackpool. Headphones on and your date selects the tango and you select the waltz.
I think the gang enjoyed the day
We all highly recommended The Dubs in the Middle Festival. We could have rolled up at the 8am start and stopped until midnight all for £5 with loads of entertainment, food, shopping and loads of cool VWs to swoon over.