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Lost Village part II

So like I mentioned before we returned to Lost Village at the end of August for our second time. Last year Lost Village was a 4 day escape from reality and I fell totally in love with it. We started our payment plan as soon as we got home and the countdown begun! And boy did it not disappoint.





The music was amazing again. My favs were Black Madonna, Ben UFO, Peggy Gou and Horse Meat Disco. Everything Everything were pretty amazing on the last night too! I had plans to do ALL the activities available but the reality was I saw two talks (Oobah Butler speaking about his fake restaurant made my weekend) and a  lot of comedy plus a small amount of yoga. As my hangovers get worse it's harder to be enthusiastic for daytime thinking! We also went in a Bathing Under The Sky hot tub on the Saturday which was well needed. My friend raced down when we got there and secured the best hot tub - right by the lake overlooking the lilies and the dragonflies. I nearly passed out from the heat about a hundred times (thanks low blood pressure!) but it was so worth it. 




We drunk and ate some of the most amazing food while we were there - ice cream sandwiches, boozy hot chocolate when it rained (so the entire last day), dumplings and so much more. I also discovered my new favourite drink; cafe patron with coconut cream in it. The barman added some coconut cream in when I ordered the cafe patron and I was sold. I ended up buying three at a time and walking around with them in a pint glass. I was very dehydrated when I got home! 







My only downside to Lost Village was they'd increased the capacity and it really showed. It was just a bit congested everywhere - hard to get into the talk and comedy tents, busy everywhere in the woods and bigger queues. It's inevitable as the population of Lost Village increases so does the dickheads (the law of averages) and that tarnished the magic. The curators work so hard they deserve to turn a profit but I don't want it to turn into another Bestival or Parklife. 

We'll still be back next year though and as the poem says The Lost Willage be waiting...to welcome us home.

Oh and bonus photo: Dave ate a water lily I picked from the lake. Don't worry - he survived.




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