We managed to get most of our things to the campsite in just one journey courtesy of a large blue trolley called ‘Bradley.’ Thankfully we also assembled our ridiculously large (and slightly ripped) tent before the downpour of rain began. The sense of achievement borne of our endeavours soon wore off however when our raincoats soaked right through due to the never-ending rain. In a moment of desperation we bought a couple of ponchos for two pounds each (green ponchos, naturally).
Aided by a couple of cans of Morgan’s Spiced Rum and Coke (always a winning combination), we braved the rain to explore the little shops and food stalls The Green Man had to offer. The Chai Wallah tent proved on several occasions to be the perfect sanctuary from the rain with its chilled atmos, reggae beats, and its delicious offerings of Baileys Hot Chocolate and ‘herbal shots.’ Eager to enjoy the full festival experience we also had a go on a shisha pipe (double apple flavour), which was much nicer than expected.
Discovering, in our fairly tipsy state, what we thought was a giant wooden elephant (in reality it was an inflatable) half hidden amongst the trees at the other side of a lake with multi-coloured lights on it was definitely one of the most surreal moments of my life.
Got woken up by a girl from a nearby camp exclaiming, ‘She said there was a shit in her cider!’ Definitely the highlight of my morning.
When we were making our way into the arena we spotted a giant Buckaroo donkey and mouse trap game in the Kid’s Area and briefly wished we were five years old again. As there was nothing we particularly wanted to see before one o’clock, we headed over to the Comedy and Literature tent where we attempted to take part in ‘The Green Man Music Quiz.’ We had the misfortune of sitting behind a group of what could only be described as music nerds. They seemed to know the answer to every question; We knew the answer to two, guessed about four and left the rest blank. Needless to say when it came to swapping our answer sheets with our neighbours we declined their offer and made a swift exit.
The rest of the day went by in a hungover, tired haze. I missed Beirut’s last three songs as I somehow managed to fall asleep in my camping chair at about half ten. I must’ve looked very much like an old woman, falling asleep in my wooly hat with a bin bag protecting my legs from the rain. How very rock n’ roll.
Today we had our first glimpse of the gothic Morris dancers from the Welsh/English borders known as ‘Widders.’ Their get-up is a bit like a more sinister version of what Raven (from the CBBC show) wears, and they have black painted faces. The story goes that there was once a time that their dancing was forbidden, so they disguised themselves and continued to dance in secret, safe in the knowledge that they were unrecognisable to their employers.
Sat through the entire set of a really good indie-folk band called The Wave Pictures, whose lead singer resembled a fair-haired Frodo. A group of half naked twenty-somethings complemented the music with their impressive hula-hoop dancing skills (we later spotted the happy troupe covered in mud but loving every minute of it!).
Managed to fall asleep yet again while watching a mellow-voiced Welsh singer at The Green Man Pub, this time while I was sat on the ground leaning against a wall. Think I might be one of those annoying people who can sleep absolutely anywhere.
Hearing Billy Bragg sing ‘A New England’ was the perfect end to a wonderful evening. Felt a bit emotional as I sang along with the crowd; it’s one of my all time favourite songs and to hear Billy sing it live was something else.
The cinema tent was our morning hang-out place as we watched Welsh band ‘Sweet Baboo’ and their surreal accompanying visuals on a big screen (at one point it showed a woman ‘giving birth’ to a baby made entirely of sweets).
Saw Charlotte Church at The Green Man Pub enjoying a pint and trying to be anonymous with singer friend Jonathan Powell who had performed earlier. Later we had our photograph taken by a man named Gideon Mendel, who we discovered was a relatively well-known South African photographer.
In the Far Out tent we heard the funky folk sound of bearded trio ‘Megafaun.’ I hadn’t heard of them before but they proved to be really popular; within minutes of them starting their set everyone in the tent was on their feet dancing!
When evening came so did the torrential rain, so we headed back to the cinema tent in an effort to keep dry and warm. Sat through some mess called ‘Cock Diesel’ (an appropriate name for an absolutely terrible film) which appeared to be about retro motorbikes.
Thankfully the rain eased off in time for Mumford & Sons’ brilliant performance on the main stage. The acts that followed them, Tindersticks and Joanna Newsom, were pale in comparison. Joanna Newsom’s strange harp melodies coupled with her eerily high voice (think Kate Bush, Wuthering Heights) produced a sound that was totally surreal, and not in a good way.
The highlight of the evening was the burning of The Green Man, a majestic ent-like figure made of bark who sat atop a wooden throne. We managed to secure a place at the front (getting abs0lutely soaked in the process) so we had the best view of the firework display. At one point a chant of ‘BURN ‘IM!’ went up and every now and again someone behind us would yell something along the lines of, ‘O green lord, we beseech you to stop the rain!’