Tales of the Fairy Fey: We don’t have any photos of this as we were asked not to take pictures. I should first of all say that Mummy was keen to go to this area of the festival, having overheard someone saying how the fairy village, lit up at night, was one of the best things, but we didn’t like it. From the barefoot walking through deep mud, to the storyteller’s desperate desire to make sure we’d seen her hairy armpits, this was so not up our street. The singing was weird. The fairy queen mixed up herbs to take because she didn’t want the baby that was in her belly (yes, they covered that at a children’s festival!) and Mummy put her disgusted face on. Mummy told me there were fairies floating in the trees, but as I pointed out to her, she was off her trolley, because there were no fairies, “just a load of old dresses from the charity shop!” Not a high point.