This thread makes I laugh
It rained almost all the way through my shift from midnight to 8am Friday. Not constantly and it didn't seem that bad but around 6am it started properly hammering. Went to bed at around 9:30 with it still belting down. Awoke at around 2pm to hear the bass from the Origin (trance) stage thudding away. Jolly good I thought - it may be trance but the festival is well and truly under way.
Then I started getting bombarded with texts from people asking about it being cancelled etc. Thought I'd better get up and investigate.
The site was cut off from the outside world, the road down into Aldermaston was a river, the stream running past our campsite was a raging torrent and had risen about five feet. Our mess tent was full of bedraggled stewards with sodden possessions demanding to go home (the big puffs) but unable to get anywhere.
I volunteered for extra shifts, 'cos I was fucked if the party wasn't going to go ahead. They didn't need me and I was assured that most of the stages were open, full of people and the festival was rocking.
Yes it was hard work, yes some people suffered due to poor choice of campsite, clueless camping skills (leaving tents open etc) or sheer bad luck, but by and large we all got through and had one of the parties of the year
On Friday afternoon a group of kids arrived outside the fence around our crew campsite, laden down with gear and waving their tickets at us. They had got a taxi from Reading, been unable to get very near the site and WALKED the last few miles with tents, backpacks, sleeping bags etc determined they were going to get there if it killed them. I was pleased to put my tabard on, walk them round the fence to the gate (it was a long way) and make sure they got in without any hassle. People like that are exactly the kind of people we needed in there - and they weren't the only ones trekking in from miles around. I heard stories of people wading chest high through floods with all their stuff over their heads.
There were problems with toilets, access around site, opening stages etc etc, all traced back to the weather. But by and large, the festival was an absolute triumph for everyone concerned, punters and crew alike. It's one of the few things I find make me proud to be British - we don't let a bit of weather get in the way of a fucking good party and this one was about one million times better than Glastonbury was. Walking around site last night trying to reach stewards in far flung positions on roads our buggy couldn't cope with, I spoke to a lot of punters and traders. To a man and woman, when I asked them if they'd had a good weekend, they grinned and said 'yes'.
Well done everyone, we did good there
