This past bank holiday weekend, we packed the Delorean and drove an hour to reach 1949…or something like that. What greeted us on arrival was an orange bus, that transported us from the parking lot to the festival grounds, where we were entertained for the next three days.
Having had a strenuous past few weeks, we summarily plonked ourselves in front of the main stage, where we proceeded to behave in a shockingly decadent manner where food and wine was concerned. Luckily we were well provisioned, so we carried on similarly throughout the weekend, listening to excellent music, sipping G&T’s and when we were feeling particularly energetic, we even had a dance or two. Those swing dancing lessons sure did come in handy, as we danced a hundred percent more than we did the previous year, and it eased the guilt of my gluttony.
Before you can say that we were being lazy, there was a lot of shopping to be done, and I am the proud owner of a beautiful black original 40’s Frock, and a very cheerful blue cotton dress that I got for the princely sum of £5, which I will be sure to share with you in a future post.
We were extremely lucky with the weather, last year we spent a lot of time inside the pub and in the Casablanca club, as it was so soggy, but this year we could watch the bands at the outside stages. We were very privileged to see Max Raabe and the Palast Orchestra at the main stage, and when we were done dancing in the wee hours of the morning, the Glade, complete with bonfire and bohemian atmosphere kept us entertained. The Moscow drug club played an excellent set, and were followed by the Still-Moving DJ’s, who I would love to book for a party if I won the lotto. We eventually were forced to leave as it was so late, and returned on Monday very bleary eyed.
My favourite things from this year’s Twinwood festival was:
Flushing loos, Friendly people, the Glade, the Colonial club, fabulous old cars and an impressive flight demonstration, ice buckets and prawn cocktails.
My Favourite bands were:
Moscow drug club, Max Raabe and the Palast Orchestra, the Jive Aces, Fleur de Paris, and Lola Lamour’s new band was pretty entertaining as well.
Things that I am sorry I missed:
Si Cranstoun, all the dance lessons and the vintage fashion show.
Tickets for next year has already gone on sale, and I hear that a large chunk of campsite A is booked. Not a surprise, as the festival was extremely well organised, and I couldn’t think of a better way to spend a bank holiday.
Who’s in next year? If the husband has anything to do with it, we will have a butler to pour drinks and do dishes 🙂