Last weekend was spent with friends in a field in deepest, sunniest, quietest Dorset. This little festival would probably have gone unknown, hidden down a little country road on the border of Lytchett Matravers. Our friends G, Stella and Hawkeye did a fantastic job, the site is small, but perfectly formed; little gypsy caravans edge the fields with giant tree swings and Tipi's for the little ones to play in, whilst banjo's and Kazoo's could be heard from the campsite with a tide of happy jumping feet. Our friends in Quinns Quinney pulled in a good crowd on the Saturday night. Ale, cider and smiling folk were aplenty and so was the sunshine!