Once a year in the hills of Lancashire just outside the tiny village of Sawley, gathers a collection of like minded people, mainly from the surrounding old Mill Towns, but also from much farther afield. They gather to celebrate life and to enjoy some of the best electronic music in one of the most stunning festival settings. This is the Legendary Beatherder and we were sent to Herd Up some beats!
We had decided to camp overnight in one of the laybys at the side of the road as we were in a convoy of 4 camper vans and we wanted to ensure that we got sited together. Trundling up the farm lanes it was immediately obvious that this was going to be one wet weekend, standing lakes of water greeted us, although the rain was holding off. Arriving at Beatherder you are immediately struck by how friendly everyone is, with a cheery wave we were directed to the Camper van field which was fairly empty. We made for a horsebox at the far end of the field up against the trees and circled wagons!
Having arranged our camp we proceeded to get everything set up, the event shelter went up and we had just finished pegging everything out, and the rain came down with force. Bouncing off everything and getting anything that was left outside completely soaked. Our timing was impeccable. We only had to wait 5 hours for the party to begin at 6 p.m. so we settled down with a beer in hand to watch as everyone else started setting up in the rain.
Of course some of us involved where a little more organised than others
This gentleman slept and hibernated in this van of doom, I don’t think he was very comfortable…
and he had a tendency to drop his phone in the mud!
5 p.m. and we are getting tense ready for the big opening…grabbing our rucksacks full of EDiT Wristbands we trudge out into the early evening to deliver wristbands to the masses and to get our official Beatherder wristbands to get into the festival. We got 50 yards and realised that we would have to turn back to put on more appropriate clothing and re-jig ourselves. We had literally walked into Muddagedon it was thick, it was creamy and it was hard work….they have a special kind of mud up north, it wants to eat you, and Beatherder was very, very muddy.
Working the queues of people waiting to get into a festival can go one of two ways. You are either looked at as though you have lost the plot or they are eternally grateful to have something anything to relieve the boredom of the queue. Queuing in thick mud makes you even more grateful for cheery people to come up and give you free things. Especially when we told them that they were anti mud wristbands and that they would keep the mud off their stuff! (cunning I know) We joined the queue and got our festival wristbands entering the mad, mad, mad, world of Beatherder.
Herd Em Up!