Tuesday, 29 April 2003

Greenbelt , Personal

A Tiring Weekend

I'm nearly recovered from the weekend. I was in Devon celebrating my brother's impending marriage. Lots of noise, some rock climbing on Dartmoor, a barbeque, plenty of tea (and other beverages)... a most enjoyable weekend.

Looking round I realised that everyone there was a Greenbelter. I started going to Greenbelt when I was at school, and it became the one guaranteed opportunity to catch all my old friends. We still camp together, and each year the camp expands as new friends from our new lives join in. I love these "unofficial communities", the personalities and banners (we used to pitch under the name Freshly Toasted). It all contributes to that most comforting of feelings that strikes me at the festival: I'm home.

(This entry was originally posted on the Greenbelt Blog.)

Posted by pab at 19:05