Where we went:
Feeling like Robin Hood and his friendly squires, we set about our way into an actual, IRL woods for what turned out to be an UH-mazing festival site. Set in amongst the Lincolnshire countryside, Lost Village Festival highlighted the beauty of nature with groovy decorations, vibey stages set amongst the trees and the coolest of colourful bits 'n' bobs tied to the branches.
Camping or glamping?
Seeing as we're skint with only a hair bobble and a good lippie to our name, we went for the bog standard camping option - and considering LVF is only in its second year and the festival site is relatively small, we couldn't have been more content. We're talking no 5km trekking to the toilets, shed loads of water taps left, right and centre and a nice little stroll through the campsite to the festival hub. Top notch.
(Oh, and if you're feeling well fancy and that? There's boutique camping or an eco option to fulfil all your glamping needs.)
Top 3 performances and why:
OH BUT THERE WERE SO MANY DO WE HAVE TO CHOOSE THREE?
- Eats Everything were cracking out tunes catchier than an STI in Magaluf, and really nailed a good vibe on Saturday night by getting everyone groovin'.
- Bondax (do we even need to explain why?)
- DJ Artwork, for bringing more groove, disco and funk that we could shake a cat at.
- BONUS: Craig Charles, because DUH.
Weirdest thing we saw:
So as part of the Lost Village theme, the big cheeses over at Festival HQ put on loads of 'interactive characters' around the site, which basically involved actors dressed up as skeletons, lions and Victorian-esque women walking around in role. Which, er, also resulted in us stumbling across some kind of shrine/vigil/burial thing. In the dark. In the woods. AGH.
What we ate:
At this point we're not really sure where it start. IT WAS ALL SO GOOD. Shout out to the Pad Thai lady who gave us extra peanut bits, the pizza van with the best tomato sauce and the grilled cheese toastie place. Drool.
How were the toilets?
Listen, they're never gonna be marble plated with 15 rolls of Andrex loo roll, but providing you held your nose a bit and remembered your own hand sanitizer, we weren't complaining.
The absolute highlight was...
DJ sets and performances aside, team Sugarscape had best of times when we were chilling by the Lake of Tranquility, taking part in a yoga session with Charli Sparks or watching the fireworks on Saturday night. There was just ~such~ a good vibe going on at Lost Village Festival; and whether that was down to the fab organisation, like-minded people or amount of glitter we had on our faces (we're still finding it in our hair), we're not sure. Can we just stay there forever please?
We're still feeling pretty smug tbh, because the weather was b-e-a-u-t. Not a drop of rain all weekend means we were rocking the socks 'n' sandals until our train ride home.
Best thing to do between acts:
When we weren't unwinding with yoga, umming and erring over which delicious food to eat next or chilling by Basecamp, Lost Village Festival had teamed up with Illamasqua for seriously good makeup sessions. That and the hot tubs, of course.
Style guide: what looks were people rocking?
Being 100 per cent truthful, this one's all about raiding the craft drawer from when you were 12, whacking out the glitter pots, sequins and colourful wigs and putting as much of it on your body as possible. Sounds good, huh?
How we felt at the end of it on a scale of 1-broken:
A ropey 7 on leaving the camp site, and a solid 9 by the time we'd trekked all our stuff to the train station and stood for 3 hours on the way home. Still, SO WORTH IT.
Would we go again?
100 per cent yes. Whack out your tie dye tops, brightest makeup bits and most garish trousers possible: Lost Village 2016, we're coming for you.
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