portal, the wait would be well worth it once over the threshold. They were right.
Tents pitched we were ready to explore as the sun began to fade and all manner of
creatures of the night began to wander the grassy planes. Many revellers adhered
to this year’s theme of ‘fact or fiction’, taking the opportunity to escape reality
A secret world of wonder and wierdety. A place where your dreams, or nightmares,
can come true… only it’s not so secret anymore.
This was my first Secret Garden Party and I didn’t expect it to be so big, with a
5 hour queue at the gate where every festival goer’s every bag was searched for evidence
alcohol and drug smuggling. My temper beginning to fray as my face reddened beneath
the midday sun, those around me assured me that while such queues had never been
seen before at this magical
someone else. That way you cannot be held responsible for what you might get up to.
To be honest there was little point in pitching a tent, there is no time to sleep
and who would want to? There are so many characters to talk to and quirks to investigate.
Nestled in a haystack or with friends on one of the many oversized beds watching
the sun go up or down and forget the outside world. Chai was a life saver over the
weekend, a life raft as so many rediscovered who they are and what they could be,
if the world were like SGP.
There were all manner of entertainments on offer aside from what you would expect
at any music event; from crafting to 1950s hairstyling; sailing on the lake to mud
wrestling. It’s after dark that this place comes to life. Of course as with any festival
amongst the throng you will find zombies in the dance tents and rich kids poweringtheirnoses, but there was something unique about this gathering, something that
cannot quite be vocalised other than sui generis.
To be honest I have never experienced anything like SGP. It didn’t live up to the
hype of magic and mysticism that had initially persuaded me to go, and people said
it had changed, but it was quite something. The level of escapism from all realms
of reality allows you to quite simply lose your head. It sounds like I have just
contradicted myself there, but it was in fact the people that made this festival
unique: no one was who they would normally be, they were who they wanted to be. I
think this comes from the amount of work that has gone into making SGP special in
the past, and the people who fell in love with it then still attend with the same
hearts, in need of fantasy and escapism. Keep giving it to them. Commercialism is
everywhere, bar it from further infiltrating the festival scene, and especially Secret
Garden Party where all seek sanctuary.