“My first Woodford was a watershed in my life.
“I volunteered in the kids’ festival and loved every minute of it. I danced barefoot, made deep connections and felt so incredibly alive and lucky to be a part of something so incredible.
“On New Year’s Day I sat atop the hill watching this unbelievable sunrise with a column of cloud that stretched into the horizon. I turned to my friend and said “I feel as though this year is going to be huge, I feel like I’m hurtling towards something but I don’t know what it is.”
“Turns out I was spookily right. On the way home to Sydney from Woodford on January 2nd I was involved in a car crash. I fractured my neck and back. I was trapped in the car, and for a moment I thought that this was it.
“A guardian angel managed to free me just as I’d run out of breath. Covered in glitter, wearing sequins and feathers, everybody I encountered was amazed at how upbeat and chirpy I was.
“I have my week at Woodford, the energy I absorbed and the elation I felt to thank for my ability to carry on glittering and smiling throughout it all.
“I came back to Woodford last year for my “anniversary”, and am coming back this year It’s turned into a pilgrimage of sorts for me!”