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Why the hell am I naked and sober in the middle of a field? A first-hand experience of the alcohol-free festival.

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A couple of years ago, feeling fed up of come-downs and hangovers, I googled ‘festivals with no alcohol’ and discovered Buddhafield, which takes place annually in the middle of the Somerset countryside. What makes this event unique is that attendees do not consume any alcohol or drugs for its duration. There isn’t a single bar in sight and you can’t bring your own drink.

It seemed unusual to find an event that didn’t expect revellers to be getting completely out of it, so I felt inclined to investigate further. Check out the official Buddhafield website here. None of the photographs in this post are from the actual event as I didn’t have access to a camera or phone. For official photographs of the festival, visit this page. It’s well worth a look. The images are of an excellent quality and really paint an accurate picture of the warmth and freedom that was so integral to the event.

Why the hell am I naked and sober in the middle of a field?

Naturally, none of my party friends wanted to come to a festival where you couldn’t drink yourself stupid or chew your mouth into smithereens. My sensible friends didn’t fancy the idea of camping or attending anything with ‘Buddha’ in the title, so they were out of the equation too. In the end, I decided to go to the festival alone, categorising the plan as some kind of quarter-life crisis/self-exploratory adventure.

‘Woohoo’

On the day of the festival, I’d been attending an all staff day for the company I worked for at the time – the kind where you have to network and hobnob over triangular buffet sandwiches. I was supposed to stay there all day and travel to the festival in the evening, but in all honesty I wasn’t in the mood and couldn’t wait to get away, so I left a little after lunch. Nobody noticed. 

That summer, there had been the most beautiful extended heatwave. Perhaps I’d been taken over by some kind of dangerous heatstroke, but I felt a readiness to experience the growth and independence that supposedly comes with solo adventures. 

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Source: The Penny Whistler

Original publication 10 May, 2020

Posted on NatCorn 26th June 2020

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