Why I chose to spend my honeymoon at Glastonbury festival

0
31
Loading ....


I didn’t sleep the night before the big day, but instead lay in the darkness obsessing about how everything needed to go right the next morning. And then suddenly it was here: the soft glow of the purchase page of the See Tickets website. Shakily, I entered the details and that was it. Our honeymoon at Glastonbury was booked.

We had planned our wedding around attending the festival, choosing the weekend before to get married, so that we could go straight there (with a pit stop at The Pig at Bridge Place – I did need a quick shot of romance). And, of course, a host of our best friends would be joining us.

There were many incredulous faces when I revealed the unorthodox location of our honeymoon, and the same stock responses seemed to play on a loop. “It’s not very romantic.” “Don’t you want to be alone?” “What about the mud?”

Adam and Emma enjoying the festival

But if your honeymoon is a statement of who you are, then Glastonbury sums us up perfectly. My happiest moments with my now-husband, Adam, have been rooted in music, from dancing at indie club nights in Islington in the early days of our relationship to listening to old records on Sunday mornings now.

I look back on the Glastonbury Festivals we have attended together as little markers of where we were at the time. 2014: Arcade Fire headlined and we were living in a room with three walls. 2015: Kanye West played and we’d both just got our first big career breaks. When we failed to get tickets in 2017, we had to leave the country.

The promise of the festival also kept me going during the most soul-sucking parts of wedding planning, through all the tedious conventions and talk of things you “have to have”. Glastonbury is an antidote to it all.

For a few days you are plunged into a world where there are few rules and no need to even look in a mirror. I find it thrilling and freeing.

Emma and Adam were joined by a host of their friends on their honeymoon to Glastonbury

Credit:
AmyLaughinghouse/AmyLaughinghouse

I can’t deny there were brief moments when I wished we’d gone to gorge on cheese and wine in Provence rather than burgers and warm Strongbow in a muddy field. And I’d certainly underestimated the crashing tiredness that would follow the adrenalin of the wedding. But these wobbles passed as soon as the next band came on, or we found ourselves dancing to Northern Soul at two o’clock in the afternoon, or doing yoga to a soundtrack of power ballads.

Although a costly yurt was out of the question, we did attempt to upgrade on the usual camping experience by packing an air-mattress, proper pillows (complete with pillow-mist), torches to tie to the tent ceiling, and a giant octagonal tent that is meant to sleep 12 for just the two of us – our friends witheringly called it “the marquee”.

As for those friends joining us, they included my brother, sister-in-law and maid of honour: people who had been so instrumental to our relationship over the years that it felt completely natural for them to be there celebrating with us. Besides, Glastonbury wasn’t just special to us. Of the couples we were with, one pair had met at the festival four years ago, while another had “made their relationship official” there a decade earlier. Whether you buy into Glastonbury’s pagan roots or not, it is hard to deny that there is some kind of magic flowing through the farm, even if it is just cider.

This year, one of my closest friends has chosen to get married the weekend of Glastonbury. Missing out on either is unthinkable, so we are currently saving up for a taxi to whisk us from the festival site at 4am all the way to Yorkshire. I have no doubt it will be worth it.



 


RELATED PRODUCTS
Ads by MyCBGenie 
 

LEAVE A REPLY

Please enter your comment!
Please enter your name here