That is not to say that everyone at Wilderness was rich or powerful; rather everyone was too civilized to challenge anyone’s privacy, even Rebekah Brooks - who made a life’s work of invading other’s privacy. Most people were particularly likeable and fun. There are lots of beautiful things going on, some of which, like a cake fight I got involved in, are totally whacky. It might dismay some keener on the genuine festival experience to know that I did not feel remotely unwashed at any point, thanks to the extensive swimming lakes and showers. You can also go to sleep whenever you want, which was pretty cool for those who enjoy their zzzzz’s. In terms of music, most of it is folk, with some outstanding artists playing this year. Although I am a big fan of many of the singers and bands performing, I saw only a few of them, due to my general level of sloth. Martha Wainwright was very good, or “so lovely” in the words of a friend. I am going to run out of adjectives to describe each artist soon, so I shall just say that I give a thumbs-up to Ghostpoet, Tom Odell, Count Drachma, The Correspondents and a Balkan electro swing band whose name I did not catch. The rest of the singers shall have to wait until next year when I shall definitely be going back for more!