I'd be heading to Latitude this coming weekend if it hadn't been for Covid 19. I've been every year since 2015, either for the whole weekend or just visiting for a day.
My first Latitude 2015
We've always been pretty lucky with the weather, only encountering rain on a few occasions, and even then it was fleeting. Our days fell into a routine of watching comedy acts in the morning after a cheese and ham toastie for breakfast.
Sipping beer in the sun 2016
Then we'd find some music to listen to whilst sipping beer from recycled, refundable cups, and people watching as much as enjoying the many and varied acts.
Poetry in the Literary Tent 2019
We'd often find our way to the literary tent on the first evening, after a wander around The Faraway Forest, visiting the friendship tree, and admiring the art installations in the woods.
Welcome 2016
I miss the familiar walk down through 'the village', passed the security checks and over the bridge into the main area, which grows with each passing year. The dusty ground, the hum of people, the smells that linger in the air from the many, many food stalls.
I miss the feeling of being free to do whatever I like, having nowhere in particular I have to be at any particular time.
The blue skies of 2016
I love the freedom of camping, the simplicity of it. I go with teabags and porridge pots, and a few snacks, and just enough clothes to keep me warm in the evenings and cool during the day - with the necessary garments in case of wet weather. Toiletries are kept to a minimum. It's very freeing, just having just enough.
New elements of 2018
It's lovely to be outside for so much of the day, and sitting outside our tents at the end of the evening, usually sipping beer and eating biscuits, is such a treat.
In the Woods 2016
Giant crochet flowers in the Faraway Forest 2016
In the Woods 2015
The Stereophonics 2019
Smoked filled bubbles in the evening 2019
Ward Thomas 2017
Comedy 2016
The variety of acts is huge, I've seen so many different bands and artists, comedians and performers, some I'd heard of, others that were unknown, all of which take me back to the fields of Henham Park when they crop up in everyday life.
Latitude is different every year but also feels so very familiar. I can't wait to go back...



























