I love a good festival. I attended my first Woodford in 2013/14 in a bit of awe about the 6 day length and sheer volume of activities on offer.
The vibes were great, the people even greater and I was ready for a whole bunch of fun.
It wasn’t until my friends and I bumped into a large group of people getting dressed in white cloaks with red adornments, getting ready to ‘run with the Bulls’, that I knew this was my festival.
Then I attended a gypsy wedding through the festival streets. Pure delight.