Well, that was quite magical. It’s been some time since I let my hair down and enjoyed a proper outdoor festival, and I must say Wintermoon was absolutely delicious. Set amongst an idyllic rural backdrop, complete with a local creek and surrounded by bush, a wonderland of tents, caravans, art and music came alive for four days last weekend.
I was blessed to read tarot during the festival, being rather busy most of the time. I immensely enjoyed the people and conversations I had, and look forward to many more such occasions.
It was relaxed enough that once the afternoon sun started to set, I wrapped up the tarot readings, enjoyed a hot shower, and proceeded to absorb the evening’s festivities with gusto. This is the first festival I’ve been to where hot showers were provided, courtesy of a wood-fired “donkey” and some very dedicated volunteers.
We were lucky enough to have my partner’s dad’s bus, nicely fitted with a comfy bed, table, seats, and a plethora of cushions. I could live like a gypsy and savour the nomadic lifestyle, I tell you.
I absolutely loved it, as did my partner. I loved the way children were free and safe to wonder around, and the family atmosphere that permeated throughout. I loved the sky and the water and the stones and the trees. I loved the glow of candles at night, and the amazing sounds. When you get goosebumps in the middle of the tropical sun, the music is that good.
And so, now it’s all a warm memory. Until next time, that is 😉