Richard Hawley wrote:
my boys love end of the road(the festival not the end of our street although there are bloody times
)they're younger than ten and they loved it,i let them wander around on their own(they think that but either me or my mate would discreetly follow them so we didn't show them up)thats a boss festival that is,its about much more than money
Where's that then? My eldest is ten and my youngest is five and they love being outside. It's probably one of my regrets about living in London, that they don't have the freedom to go play out like I did when I was a kid. It's too full of boy racers.
We do a bit of camping (there are some brilliant Forestry Commission campsites in the New Forest where you can just open the flaps and let them go) but we went to Wales last summer and it was a disaster. There was a massive storm and we were all out in our pants, in the rain, at 3 in the morning trying to keep the tent up. In the end, the poles snapped and we had to go home. So much for getting back to nature!
Mine are dying for a bit of independence, especially the older one. Wants to walk to school on his own, to go out on his bike without me puffing away behind him, has his own secrets, little things he doesn't want me to know about himself. Don't think whatever festival I take him to he'll be that keen on the music – in his project for Black History Month, he said that the artist who'd made the biggest contribution to the black entertainment industry was Tinchy Stryder! He thinks you sound like a grandad but at least you're alive, unlike most of the boring dead people on my i-pod. I love kids, but I couldn't eat a whole one! x