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However since July it has become a place for me to catalogue and express my views and opinions on the treatment I have recieved following the diagnosis of a potentially cancerous tumor in my bowel.

On 3rd August 2011 I was told that it was cancerous. In April 2012 I was given the all clear.

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Monday, 7 February 2011

Folk Music, Festivals and Kids

Last year we took the kids to a music festival. Not just any music festival , in my opinion one of the best festivals in the UK.
We went to Beautiful Days at Escot Park in Devon. It was amazing. Isaac loved all the music, dancing, mud and performers. Imogen was amazed by it all, the colours and sounds and general lovelyness of it all. 


What has sparked this??


I have been tweeting this evening about the Radio 2 Folk Awards - Bellowhead, The Levellers, Port Isaacs Fishermans Friends, Eliza Mccarthy, and then I checked Facebook. Most of my FB friends are updating about loosing X amount of weight, or watching one born every minute or some other nonsensical thing and I started to wonder whether these people know what they are missing?


Live music in a field with kids rocks. Most people thought that we were mad when we decided to take the kids to a festival - How will you wash them? What will you feed them? (Easy for Imogen she was 51/2 months and so breastfeeding is kind of easy in a field, tent, anywhere really), How will they sleep?








It turned out to be one of the easiest holidays we have ever had. No pressure, no need to be in a certain place at a certain time, no peer group to entertain. The only slight hiccup we encountered was a puncture in the pushchair tyre and Imogen deciding the grass looked tasty. We lost one of Isaacs wellies and managed to find it again.



I wish we had done it earlier. I thought about going when Isaac was 8 weeks old. He would have been really portable and it would have been dead easy. Then 2009, yeah I would have been pregnant, but I would still have been able to have fun. Maybe I could have fainted and got backstage :)




But we did it & took the DUCK's and I will do it all again this year and forever, although it will start to get expensive