After being told several times over the weekend that I must be MAD, it suddenly struck me on Sunday, that perhaps I actually am.
Glastonbury is the biggest festival in the world and you really have to experience it to believe it. There is nothing like it. An amazing crazy pop-up city, a colourful explosion of weird and wonderful surreal experiences in a field somewhere in Somerset.
Is it worth it with kids?
We think YES. Hard work but it’s an amazing memory. An experience they will never forget. Where else can they build a life-size cardboard box church, jump from a 40 foot trapeze and bump in the Sid and Andy from CBeebies on a rickety bridge at midnight all in one day?!
New experiences. For them and us.
I had no idea that you really could have a go at the trapeze when I jokingly asked Daisy if she thought she was brave enough. Just like her mother she likes a challenge.
So there I was, climbing a 40 foot wobbly rope ladder in a ridiculously impractical flappy long skirt after my third cider. I wouldn’t say I was nervous, just feeling slightly stupid that everyone could see my pants and worrying that my 7-year-old (who did remarkably well) would show me up. A leap of faith and I DID IT.
My body aches. 2 days later and I can hardly turn around. At 38 it didn’t even cross my mind that I was too old to have a go. I eat well and exercise (if you can call watching the Zumba instructor gyrate his hips once a week exercise), but I REALLY ache. Feel like I’ve been through some sort of medieval rack torture.
Next time I will think again.
38 is too old to try trapeze.
I must be mad.
(It’s Daisy in the trapeze pic here but I promise I did do it, husband just didn’t think it was worthy of a pic!)