Feeling underprepared is never nice, but what
is probably even worst is expecting (and preparing for) the very worst case and
trying to get ready (and have a good time) from there. In the past I’ve only
ever been to much bigger music festivals; festivals where 50,000 drunken
punters threw cups full of bodily fluid at each other in mosh pits that you
couldn’t escape from even if you wanted to. I have to say, by comparison, my
experience of Meredith was completely idyllic.
Just like everybody told me, Meredith is
much smaller. It feels more like a village with a town square then a messy,
multistage, sponsored music event. There is only one big stage, and
festival-goers drag couches down from their campsites to claim viewing spots
for the weekend. There is the Meredith eye, a ferris wheel that’s free to go on
so long as you’re willing to wait. AND,
most importantly, I didn’t feel like I was being crushed to death by other
humans all weekend.
Campgrounds form a ring around the central
hub and we were lucky enough to camp with a great group of people, full of fun,
lazing around in the sunshine and enjoying the music.
Meredith Music Festival runs over three
days and two nights at the start of each December and was full of good vibes,
great people, beers, sunrises, dancing, sparkles, and new friends. It was a
brilliant weekend and not a signal cup of pee in sight! Win!
TRIP
RATING: 4/5 dinosaur friends
