|Farewell, Amorphous Green Caterpillar?|
Yes, it's that time of year again. Nearly time to rake out the volcano kettle, solar-powered fairy lights and all those other home comforts needed for a week at Greenbelt Festival. (Theme this year - Travelling Light.) So - I'm celebrating the move to a new venue at Boughton House by buying a new des-res. Yes, due to a combination of logistics, changing regulations and my wonky back, I've been forced to say a (temporary?) farewell to the famous Amorphous Green Caterpillar, (pictured above). From what I can see in the ads, the new Maison Greenpatch, is smaller on the porch space, roomier in the living area, and has the overall look of Darth Vadar on a good day. Hardly travelling light. Never mind, the
Of course, Darth Vadar is blissfully unaware that he's going to be wearing a large green tarp and will be liberally bedecked with twinkly lights and chintzy bunting. I've drawn the line at running up some frilly curtains. A chap has his dignity to maintain, after all.
To return to this year's festival theme, there's been much much twittering, of the non-twittery kind on social media about some of the seeming drawbacks of what looks to be an idyllic greenfield site. No solid buildings (goodbye warmth, hot water and 'proper' toilets), hello chemical loos for all. Worse, the prospect of a weekend with limited mobile phone signal and internet coverage. There has been weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth at the thought of not being constantly 'connected,' and much to-ing and fro-ing between the 'How Can We Possibly Exist?' and the 'You're all Softies...Why I Remember Back in The Good Old Days,' brigades. Myself, I'm slightly concerned that I may miss meeting up with some of my usual contacts, but am secretly rather pleased at being on a level footing with everyone else. No tweeting with my old brick of a phone. I'll need to try out some other means of communication. What about semaphore? I knew that spare bunting would come in handy one day.