As the autumn chill embraces us, here’s a peek back at the summer fun we had in Cornwall for a weekend of festivals. First stop St Germans. I’d long wanted to visit Port Eliot after hearing wonderful festival stories full of antics and fun from friends. And it was such a treat to be able to take Myles and Gus along with me for a photography talk I was doing for the lovely people at Hush in their completely brilliant chill tent…
[ezcol_1half]A little nervous taking Gus to a festival for the first time, we were completely eased into it with a rather luxurious glamping experience with The Yurtel. Honestly such a treat. Welcomed at the Yurtel reception with a glass of bubbly (much needed after an interminably long drive from London) to the realisation that this was camping not like we knew it! A deluxe bell that you could stand up in and move around with ease plus a double and single inflatable mattress for us to spread out in, a trunk and little camping table and chairs. We also had access to the Loowatt loos – very clever energy creating sanitation system – which were clean and never busy. The festival was probably the most civilised and clean I’d ever been too, with so many eating options and ridiculous amounts of things to do for kids. The Hullabaloo area was full of theatre, song, magical little areas with crafts and DIY… [/ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half_end]We spent the day exploring before I hosted my photography workshop and did a little photo walk (a huge thank you to everyone who came and double thank you to those also coming to my next workshop; glad you enjoyed it to come back for more!). We loved the estuary and my biggest regret was not joining the mud covered kids in the water – next time for sure. Gus had a ball, not least because one of his old nursery pals was there and the weather was almost perfect! The odd smattering of rain was kept well at bay with my trusty Hush parka and Aigle ankle wellies. We departed on the Saturday for nearby Leopallooza where Myles was DJing that night and quite sad to leave our lovely yurt, headed for the small town of Launceston to overnight before taking Gus back the following morning for crumpets, fairground rides and exploring the apple orchard.
Back in the seat of our beloved old Porsche we made our weary but sated way back to London…
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