A mouse lived in a caravan ( originally written May 2016) 

Today our main job was to get the lovely Lola Caravan cleaned and packed up ready for setting off the Glastonbury music festival next week and then onto various other events…

 (Literally we are about to set off on our annual road trip of adventures and fun for 6 weeks and our caravan really is our home . She’s so loved and is super adorable! )
So Lola had been placed in storage over winter so the drive was empty while we had the build done. So when Mr O brought it back home the other day we were so pleased to see her and totally excited to get in and make her comfortable. 

So armed with a bin bag and cleaning bottles I opened the door to my second and beloved home.

Not good! 

Looks like we had a mouse enjoying the caravan life! With droppings EVERYWHERE and every packed of dried food raded from the inside out , I had a bit of a job on my hands. I also had a bit of a cry! It was a mess! And by the way!! How did it get into closed drawers and cupboard.. (Little shit) 


I’ve had to throw away all the bedding and pillows and take off all the cusion covers off the (awfully patterned) seats… We disinfected the seats and literally swilled out the entire van! 

But through it all I was forced to empty all the cupboards and it felt great to go through our ‘caravan life’ I had great fun reading through last years programs and finding all our festival clothes and treasures .. Kitty enjoyed rediscovering all her caravan toys and Grace rediscovered her caravan DVDs.. It was nice to sure and look at our last three years of festival d’art.

After 6 hours the caravan smells less of mouse and more of bleach ( sod the environment… Sometimes only bleach will do) and  I managed to whip up some new seat covers and they look lovely… Although they totally don’t match the existing curtains.. I’m trying really hard to ignore that and not embark on making new ones.. Especially as I’m running out of time rapidly before we go. But I will say this.. The struggle not to coordinate is very real!!!! 

(I bought the yellow fabric from bhs in the shape of two single quilt covers.. Let’s hope I can find some more before the company closes for good  bhs interior textile prints will be missed at Angel gardens HQ ) 


So today I have to go to a certain European shop to buy new pillows, quilts and overs for everyone.. Not the best timing financially but frankly I kind of like the idea of having all new. However time is not our friend… With the joiner coming to do the internal door and mr O needing to take bags and bags of half eaten and smelly bedding to the tip I’m not hopeful I’ll do any other jobs on my list,

Let’s hope this week is kind to me and I get good weather and time to pack, clean and sort everything out! 

Ps – I found the mouse, well fed, content and dead in a pile of goose festhers. 

A review about a band that doesn’t even review their performance!  Kodaline. Truck Festival 2016

Now normally when I review a band I’m talking about the new material and their overall sound.. Blah blah.. But not today.. This is personal.

Let me explain.

I have always been super proud that our two older girls have never fallen for the mass marketed mid road music produced crap, produced purely to attract young people and make them spend money and fall for the weak and fabricated message they send.

As a family who have always been part of the music industry, albeit on the sidelines, we have been lucky enough to have brought the kids up on a fine diet of talented musicians and artists. 
Not only are they around super talented crew who really should be stood on main stages across the world, they have been dragged back stage to watch many a band and see behind scenes of the real life of the music industry.

Both Libby and Grace ( our two eldest) have been able to self teach themselves various instruments and using the vast amount of creative influences around them are slowly discovering their own music style. Both beautiful singers and both with their own totally unique style. 

Libby 18 has started gigging and playing with our friends and colleagues. She is gaining In skill and confidence every day and with her beautiful looks and style she is on the road to a fulfilling musical life, where she plays with passion and not ego.

Grace at 16 is a different kettle of fish, she lacks confidence and isn’t a natural performer, in fact she struggles to talk to anyone she doesn’t know. She doesn’t do the full make up thing and prefers her own Indy girl style with a twist…But slowly slowly she is starting to sing outside of our company and people are starting to notice her gentle skills and encourage and mentor her. She will find her voice at some point just like her sister and it will definitely be her own.

Grace and Libby , chalk and cheese

This weekend we were running the space at Truck festival and it has been a lovely weekend. Unfortunat Libby had to stay home for work and college but Grace joined us with the other younger two and she had an extra reason to be excited.

Grace, like Libby , loves her music. They both adore folk music, indi Rock and basically any musicians that play their own instruments. They both enjoy their music loud and live.  We I listen to them as they critique their experiences it is a truly pleasureable experience. 

They talk about the music, the harmonies, the instruments, the vibe and they don’t fall for the teen fan stuff of simply falling in love with the singer! ( although there are a few crushes at the moment , I’m please the quality of music still comes first)

Last night Grace was thrilled to be able to see one of her favourite bands live and for the first time she was actually able to go and watch them from the side of the stage. (They’ve seen loads of bands from this vantage point before, but this time.. Grace was gonna be watching her band! )
Grace loves instruments and she has just started playing the guitar, self taught in a month she is now playing her favourite songs and those tend to mostly be kodaline songs right now! Which luckily for her was who she was watching last night! 

We stood at the side of the stage only a meter or so from the band and along with two or three others enjoyed the gig. She didn’t scream or show her self up, she stood with quiet appreciation and dignity , respecting the band, their stage and their performance. I was so so proud of her! ( the other two had to be told to calm down after their dancing became a little excitable) 

No matter how dignified she was, there was no taking away her utter joy, as she stood by the railings nodding her head in time, we felt uttermost we could give this opportunity to our daughter


She came away with a set list and plectrum and when we left the stage she met the band who were totally charming and sweet with her. 

We don’t often do the fan thing? I am actually renowned for not recognising artists and famous people.. (My best story was chatting to snoop dog for a good half hour without having the girl clue who he was! ) but when I have introduced kids and fans to musicians back stage, it’s often quite clear they really are going through the motions…. If indeed they stop and meet them at all. Often not making eye contact and clearly been distracted , fans can be left disappointed with their heros.

But last night both the lead singer and the guitarist shook her hand and asked her name, they spoke to her as an equal and made eye contact with her as they spoke and showed that they really truly had time for her.

I always tell my crew that the small Moments you truly give to your  audience, are the moments that are important. Your audience are your reason for being who your are and for what you do. One genuine memory with one of your audience will create life memories forever and will often influence individuals into the future.

Kodaline were brilliant..I enjoyed them too , their passions and skill was lovely to watch. I recognise it instantly as coming from real and true musicians who truly love their craft. It doesn’t matter if it’s my crew sitting around a campfire, my daughters singing in their bedroom or a signed band on a main stage… You can always tell if they are playing for love or for ego! 

So well done kodaline, you were already inspiring young musicians in my daughters, but last night you also influenced a life too. If you just gave her a little more confidence and illustrated that music , no matter on what size stage is accessible and achievable. As musicians who live their craft, no Matter at what stage you are at, you are equals and peers, their to respect and support each other. 

So as we travel home after another tiring but lovely weekend.. I’m proud of my staff and crew for inspiring the young people they worked with and shared their skills and time with, and I’m proud of a band I don’t even know personally for doing the same for my own young person! 

Thanks for making a difference. 

Grace last night aroubnd the campfire with crew.

GLEXIT ! Glastonbury 2016 

So… Glastonbury was fab! It was muddy, not rainy really , but when it did rain, it churned the mud back up and made getting about difficult. 

We managed to keep our little space nice and clear, although we had muddy entrances we maintained green grass. It did effect trade, no one wants to lounge about on the grass making stuff when it’s wet and soggy. But the workshops were really busy and financially it wasn’t a bad start to the season. 

Socially we had a great time. Libby made friends and was off with them most the time, William and Kitty just played constantly with their friends and walked all over the site having adventures. 

For the first time I took a childminder and it worked super. Not having to worry about Kitty allows me to work harder and tbh it’s the only time (ever) she’s ever gone off with anyone.. So the freedom was great! And I appreciated having her back in the evening no matter how tired I was! 

Grace and Mr O enjoyed the bands and stages, I however did my usual thing and enjoyed the festival from the outskirts. 

It’s not that I don’t love every inch of the place… I totally do.. It’s so jam packed full of awe inspiring art, inspiring crafts and performance… It truly is AMAZING. But for me the one most exciting thing is the people.. I love to sit and watch, listen and soak it up, I have so many friends on site and love meeting new.

While they all traipse around in the mud, I take Kitty (and sometime William) and wander into the stone circle or hit the tipi village. I sit in a tipi cafe and share chai and cake with my daughter . She runs around and plays on drums or meets other kids.. I chat with others too.. It’s the feeling of safety that allows everyone to just slip into friendships instantly.

Up in the green fields you tend to find a different kind of person from down the hill, the old hippies and crew are been working here for years, the community is great and huge. It’s within this community that the most learning takes place for the kids. They sit and talk with adults and children alike and the conversation is equal and respectful. We talk about everything and the kids are involved and active within the conversations.. Their opinion counts and it’s uniquely precious. I remember as a child feeling quite lonely while parents talked to other adults, I’m proud my children can join in the conversations as equals among our people .

The cafe I go to is in the tipi field and it is hosted in a huge 10metre tipi with an attached yurt. There is a fire in the middle and lots of low seating and tables, the yurt hosts musicians and there are loads of drums, shakers and guitars about. It’s donation only for food and drink and there is something really special about laying on furs next to a fire, drinking endless cups of tea, eating tali and  playing with your toddler . 


Of course come evenings…( And a Glastonbury evening starts around midnight)… We tend to sit in our garden. We close the workshop at 6pm and although we are officially closed we get lots of people visiting us through the night. 

After everyone returns from their adventures at stages, clubs and cafes. The fire gets going and we all sit around in blankets, watching the punters walk and stagger by, laughing at their randomness. Matt , Libby and grace all play instruments and we all sing and have a real laugh one minute and real conversation the next. 


Folks hear the music and wonder in, many borrow the guitar and give us a song. We had some truly amazing talent this year!!!!! I cannot believe so many hugely talented people are unsigned and undiscovered!!

What I love about Glastonbury is the fact everyone who works the festival scenes is somewhere on site. I say it’s like the AGM of festivals. 

Because we have a physical space with seating and in a known pitch.. People tend to visit us and use us as a base. I love seeing people and love it when one of my crew comes and says ‘You have a visitor’ I go to the front not knowing who will be waiting and ALWAYS shreak with joy when I find out. Often we only see some people once a year at Glastonbury, and only for a short time. We always have a visit from Paul and Davey (aka Wino Tyrone and scary from hobo jones and the junk yard dogs) they potter up for a cup of tea and random objects.. Paul has been spotted a couple of times sewing up his trousers or similar onnpur bench! They open the Avalon stage on Friday which is a short walk from us. So it’s tradition we visit each other’s 

On Friday morning we woke to the news we were leaving the EU . In all the years I’ve been doing Glastonbury I have never experienced anything like it! 

Usually on Friday the cheering and excitement is noisy and palpable.. But this year Friday morning was silent… With a real sense of grief.

My crew hugged each other and my friends came over to hold each other too. We all knew what a huge thing it was and we were all devistated, angry and sad.

We drank tea and quietly listened to the radio as news of the pm resigning came in, then the pound falling and then the banks announcing our credit rating falling.

It truly was like someone had died.. or as if a war had started (maybe it has) . We were among like minded people we all knew this would be a disaster for the country and the communities within it , we sat and listened to it play out live together. It was tough! 

Every performer mentioned it, everyone talked about it in sad and disbelieving voices, I’ve never known anything quite like it. 

Ironically It kind of changed the festival vibe from one of the hedonistic and exciting ‘joy of life’ we are used to , to a sense of solidarity, strength in numbers and a huge show of support for each other as we all feared for our children’s futures. 

The festival was amazing, it was different and difficult.. But it was important and we still had fun and drew strength. Weirdly getting ready to leave was quite hard, many of us dreading leaving our bubble and returning to this new country of ours that was so familiar but now so alien to us.

But after two more day of music, singing, dancing, drama, laughs, circus and more we pushed the caravan out of the mud and set off out of the biggest and best festival we know. Our lovely home.. Greencrafts had been another triumph, and Nic and Marie continue to excel themselves.

I run spaces as you know, albeit very different to the green crafts field, so I know the work they do to make this field so magic . Hats off to them! Let’s hope we can be part of it again next year. 

On Tuesday we left for Blissfields festival.. But that’s another blog,,.  

Day one: Glastonbury festival. Coming home and long drop psychology 

We spent the entire last 48 hours packing and sorting do when it turned 3am and alarm went off we were less than enthusiastic to get up. But we did and with a little bit of messing about joining the caravan on the van and getting the kids in without any tired induced falling out, we set off

I totally love this time of year, rain or shine,  the break of dawn is always stunning! 

We stopped for breakfast at half six and after a pastry and kitty a quick play in the grubby soft play area we were off again. Kitty was shattered but was super cute. So with the bag we bought her forthe festival   securely strapped to her back at all times, donned in pjs.. She made a super cute sight! 
By 9am we were coming up to Bristol, we stopped at the ‘teketubbies services’ (aka Glouctershire services…very posh farm shop /hipster services) they were queuing out of the door for the cafe so we all bundled into the parent/child changing and toilet room and giggled liked kids as we all had a wee in front of each other! 
We hit the farm shop and spent well over odds (£23) on a small bag of very splendid brownies, cheeses and other bits.. Yum! 


Just before getting on site we pulled into sainsburys at Glastonbury. We go every year, it’s the last wee in a flushing loo, chance to pick up last bits and just generally get excited seeing how the supermarket gets ready to enjoy the festival trade.

As we drove into sainsburys car park our usual spot was taken, we normally park across four spaces at the back of the car park so to fit the entire rig in, but it was full! How dare they , we’ve used that space on this day for the last ten years!!!! Cheek of it! 


It’s still a few days before the punters arrive but crew are starting to come in tomorrow enmass. We get an early delivery pass so we can have an extra day to not only set up the space but create the garden the festival commences . So locals are just getting used to the idea that 200k people will be descending their town within days. 

As I walked back towards the rig ( the van was stuck out slightly blocking the road.. Someone did take our space you know) an older couple pottered by. The little white haired lady all dressed in tweed and pearls said “oh Jack, the hippies are back” I had a little smile to myself.

So ten minutes later we drove into the red trade and deliveries gate. We were ushered straight through and saw stewards pointing us to the lane with no cars in it..! We zoomed (at a very strict 5mph) passed all the waiting trucks, rigs and vans to the front of the lane.. They said something to each other and pointed at us a few times.. What had we done wrong??? At last ( well about ten seconds later) the lady came over , stuck our pass on the window and sent us in! You could feel the fury of the four guys besides , who had obviously been waiting hours and we’re having their van searched! Not us..no search, no health and safety, no checking tickets! It dawned on us later that we still had the health and safety sticker in the windscreen from two years ago , they must have seen it and thought we’d already been through the checks and just waved us in! Amazing to get in so quick but now feel so bad that I’m trying to get mr O to go back and get inducted!!! 


It really is like coming home, arriving back here is so lovely! Wenkniwbit so well and just feel so honoured to be part of the greatest show on earth. To see it been built from the ground up this week and to be part of the show   is super! 

The guys that run our area when we arrived, were out sorting a broken down van, so we emptied the caravan of our bikes and climbed into bed for a couple of hours! Total bliss! 

We have our pitch now, it’s a corner pitch again, they like us to be prominent so folks can see us.. ( We have a beautiful garden area ! ) But our crew area , where we live, a funny shape, we will see how we do it but it will be a real case of tent jenga ( I’ll post photos tomorrow when it’s light) 

Mr O and I spotted the wood pile hadn’t been scalped yet so took the van down to fill up on wood for building benches and signs. We also called at the long drop loos!! I usually avoid them and use the waterless composting ones , but they aren’t ready yet. 

We have a loo in the caravan but it’s strictly number ones only! Mr O and I shared out the toilet roll and entered the open top cubicals with a deep breath. 

After a thorough wipe down I braved the seat. It’s never gonna stop been weird pooing with the rain coming down on your head and having a couple seconds delay from poo exclusion to water contact., it’s quite unsettling! 

Anyway I finished, washed and sat in the van waiting. I spotted my husbands shoes under the door and had a little giggle to myself. After 23 years mar age I’m still embarrassed for him! Then he exited, came over and said in a stage whisper ” I need more loo roll” ha! I gave him the roll and he ran back to his cubical. 

Now as a bit of a psychotherapy geek, all I wanted to know was why he went back to the same cubical., it’s not like you flush and all the cubicals share the same trough! So why did he need to run all the way to the end and not go in the first door? 

On questioning him I got my very obvious answer 

” I’d bloody cleaned that seat! I’m hardly gonna let that baby go to waste!”

I get it! I really do! 

We got back and had some giggles with the kids, laughed at Daddy who after a few medicinal whiskies struggled to get the radio working.


We are all in bed now, it’s not too late but we are shattered after such a long few days and I’m still struggling with a cough a cold but listening to the shipping forecast on radio 4 ( totally my favourite caravan activity!) as always have me comfort and strength!

They are all sleeping and I’m happily enjoying my caravan.. It’s the best! Well she is.. She’s called Lola.. From now on its how I will refer to her. 

Good night! 

(((Zips up awning and Closes roof light)) 

Payment to the volunteers 

10 years ago Keith and I decided to be a host family for a couple of children from belarus. The whole ideas is to open your home and your heart to these kids to enable them to live in a ‘clean’ land, breathing clear air and not eating food that is contaminted from the soil in which it all grow. 

Long story short is that the girls came and lived with us, at the time money was short, I was back at uni full time training to become a pshychotherapist ( A life long dream) 

I was breast feeding and working full time teaching. All this was going on and along with my kids and keith business still in its infancy, money was short.

 So we called around some local attractions to see if they could donate a couple of tickets to allow us to get the russian girls into places and allow us to give them a great experience.

One of the places we contacted was the Northern Green Gathering, it was happening just up the road from us, we offered our skills and painted up the composting loos so we could get a couple of free tickets for our guests. 

While I was there I supported the team in the welfare tent and continued to create bits of arts around the site. I’d not been to a festival for years and years and it felt like going home, talking to folks like us, letting the kids runs wild and watching our Russian girls enjoying such simple pleasures without poisoning themselves with every breath that they took.

From that weekend, lots of weird things came together and before I knew it I was selling a concept to number of festivals, offering a free creative space and asking only for donations. 

Volunteers came forward and a crew formed and we suddenly had a prospective business that could allow us to enjoy the festival scene offer something back and assist others to get into the festivals without having to buys tickets.

Looking back, Keith and I were funding it all ourselves, we bought materials and paid for insurance, fuel and various other bits and bats…( I still remain in awe of the kits we have collected over the years and maintaining it is always a challenge. ) 

by the end of that first season i had plowed over £3k into the space and was still not charging festivals for the work I was doing.. things had to change, I was funding not only the festival organiser’s profit margins but was litrally paying for my crew’s summer!

I learned fast and things got better, I started to ask for a small fee which covered costs and began to look at ways in which i could make enough money from the space without over charging and charging the public tons of money… my aim was to provide free creative activities.. I didn’t want to loose that.

Things grew and my stratergies developed and by year 4 a system and concept had evolved. I invited subcontractors into the space who charged the public and gave me a percentage, this paid for the free activities we offered, some fuel costs and other random items such as phone bills and stationary galore. 

Suddenly it felt viable, it had taken time but we were nearly there, nearly paying for the hours per day i was working and also offer others the chance to make a few bob too.

But with growth came casualties, crew who had vollunteers wanted to develope their businesses, and quite right they were too, they like me needed to make a living. But my business wasnt ready to pay anyone, I’d only just started to cover costs and still needed £7k to come back to our savings account to repay our investment over the years. 

I didnt dare to work out what my hourly rate was, i just knew it was best not to look. But no one saw it and friends left, often unappy, feeling I had let them down, that i was been stingy and greedy. I felt awful, it hurt me to think folks could feel this way

But.. It’s our tenth anniversary and things are much clearer these days. We have an amazing ethos and the community we have created a wonderful space and business.

I have a mixture of staff now, we have paid managers and performers as well as traders who pay a pitch fee or percentage to us to be in the space. We still have volunteers and I work hard to ensure they don’t feel cheated. 

Festivals have run off the back of the work of volunteers for years and without people working in return for their ticket, the whole sector would collapse.

It’s a funny thing but it’s actually the volunteers that get more out of working for us! And in turn we get more in return! They are the ones who arrive with ideas and nervous energy and the ones who come away inspired and content. Those who are paid tend not to emerge themselves in quite the same way. 

Maybe when you get a wage you get responsibility? You need to fulfil your role and with that expectation comes more stress?  When you are employed you feel you need to fulfil an aim and objective and I find it holds people back in terms of confidence to explore their work.

I find volunteers are much more able to explore their own ideas and  happily and confidently take ownership of their roles. They come up with ideas and go above and beyond with the opportunity to experiment with their role.. Maybe this isn’t something you can do if you’ve been paid a fee for a specific task? I don’t know.. I’m trying to work it out, 

It’s important to me that all crew wether volunteers or paid , feel trusted and acknowledged. We have very high standards and expect the best , but the best way to do this is not to design and force people in to roles that simply act put your ideas. (Square peg round hole) 

Giving staff the trust and freedom to own their job means everything. We all know that if we feel secure, interested and confident then we thrive. I happily encourage everyone to take a given role with an object and aim and let them decide how to play it out. .. Let them run with it! 

This creates a collective of massive diversity, a range of exciting activities and a whole host of unique experiences for the public. 

When we started I used to set up each tent and out a workshop activity in it. Staff would be on a rota and just turn up, run the workshop and go!  It worked but it wasn’t special.. It was missing the angel gardens magic that oozes out of the space today. 

Now we have huge amounts of workshops (designed and run by volunteers) and activities. All set out differently and all looking and feeling different too. All owned and reflecting the crew who are running it! 

 It’s what brings a vibe to the space.. Each little area buzzes to its own tune.. Together the whole space sings as an orchestra playing the most modern and exciting score… I’m just the conductor.. The skill and work comes from those sat in front of me, 

We work hard to offer our volunteers not only space to explore their abilities and ideas.. But also to demonstrate what they are capable of. Working in the arts and music sectors is tough and the first step is finding a way to be heard.

By offering creatives an audience and opportunity to create something for that audience you are providing a kind of self guided aprentiship  . We encourage group and one to one mentorship but find the crew don’t need guiding into mentorshipdom as they are empowered enough to share and take freely from their fellow crew on their own terms.

I’ve never seen anyone loose their confidence in the space. We have had crew in who brought negative energy in the past and it really did bring down the group.. One bad apple can change the whole barrel! So we work hard to ensure people understand that bitching and negativity isn’t welcome. We aren’t the happy police we just encourage everyone to respect, hear and support each other openly.

If people don’t want to be there then they shouldn’t be there.. Our spaces are well fought after and we always have a waiting list, thankfully we find these days that those that don’t fit in simply move on.. No hard feelings .. It just wasn’t for them… 

Some people stay forever, some people jump in and off, some find their mojo and go off and go start doing things on their own… And getting good money for their amount work… It’s all ok! 

We don’t just ask that crew take ownership of their role in Angel gardens but ask that they learn to take ownership of their role in life. 

We will play our part in that in however they need it,, it’s our payment to them…to support and believe in them and their work.