I had a great Big Chill. Thought it was a very enjoyable festival. We got there on Thursday and joined what turned out to be a large encampment of friends, friends of friends and other assorted randoms. One mate had set up a gazebo. I've always been a bit sniffy about gazebos and garden furniture at festivals, but I'm a convert. It was an excellent shelter from the rain on the first night, and it was nice to have a central gathering point.
Thursday: Just generally bopped around the place, had a good wander and a nice pie for dinner.
Friday: Caught a bit of Robert Fripp, who was a bit too chilled for my liking. Climbed the hill opposite the site and gazed at all the little people scurrying about for an hour or so. Saw Bobby and (not) Nihal, who played some tasty Asian stuff*, followed by One Self, who were well impressive. London Elektricity were good, but needed to be louder. By the time Patife came on I was a bit mashed, so it all sounded like the best music ever. Crawled into bed as the sun came up.
Saturday: Mostly spent sat in the sunshine drinking warm cans of smuggled in lager and listening to sweet reggae music. Decided to get DJ Dereck to play my wedding. Fat Freddy's Drop made lovely sounds in the evening. Caught the end of Hexstatic. Wish I'd seen the whole show. Early-ish night.
Sunday: Again, mostly sitting around in the sunshine drinking beer, listening to whatever was on the nearest stage at the time. Son of Dave rocked Fat Tuesday, as did the Dub Pistols at the end of the night. Shame Rodney P was so late though.
Didn't see or experience any tent theft or other dodgyness. Just lucky I suppose. But yeah, the toilets were fucking disgusting.
Failed to meet up with any urban people. I wandered past the Big Chill shop just after three on Saturday, but couldn't see any kitten hats or brown pointy umbrellas. Next year though, cos I'm definitely going back.
I left pretty early on Monday, but some people that stayed until they were pretty much kicked out (and driven to their car by security

) found 4 full cases of beer, lots of wine and spirits, and three perfectly good tents. I find it amazing people leave stuff like that. Wish I'd stayed a bit later and kitted myself out for next year.
*Bobby and Nihal are also playing the
London Mela this Sunday. It was wicked last year. Any urban people heading down there?