This year's Latitude Festival once again saw thousands of culture vultures descend upon Henham Park in Suffolk. Seeing as it was my first time at the multi-arts festival, I was pretty excited to dip my toe in that particular water, and it didn't disappoint. With such an array of theatre, comedy (and the odd bit of music) on offer, it was hard to know where to start.
So, instead of planning a strict itinerary, I decided to try and see a few things I knew I was keen to (Paines Plough, Fleabag and the RSC were must-sees) and then just see where the Latitude spirit took me.
And what a spirit that is. One of the best things about the weekend was sharing in the relaxed atmosphere, and soaking up the rays, and enjoying some of the most exciting stuff around. Paines Plough's Hopelessly Devoted proved a marvellous way to kick off proceedings, showcasing the power of music and love in an otherwise isolating environment.
Stumbling through the forest on Friday night I came across the Alternative Village Fete, where I hooked a duck and gained a superpower, before making my way to the Literary Tent to catch Pappy's, who brought their usual mix of oddball (and slightly drunken) humour, along with some rather funny Lily Allen and Two Door Cinema Club jokes.
Other highlights of my festival time were Phoebe Waller-Bridge's Fleabag, a powerhouse performance looking at the life of a 20-something modern woman which I was happy to finally see after so much acclaim, a fascinating talk in association with the Wellcome Trust entitled How Fit is Your Brain? (more fish and less sugar for me) and Robin Ince and friends (including Josie Long and Festival of the Spoken Nerd's Steve Mould) talking science and politics amid the storms and the strains of Damon Albarn playing in the background.
With so much going on, there was a lot more I wanted to see, yet as I hopped on the bus home, I was already planning next year's visit.
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