And about the main festival arena – where all the food stalls were – not yet being open as evening approached. Grumbles were also heard about hours-long queues to an overloaded campervan field. They had intended to pitch up in the advertised family camping but it soon appeared that designation of specific areas had descended into a shambles. We eventually found our pack of friends – six adults and three children. Someone had placed a big, and somewhat angry-looking, cardboard sign on their drive shouting, “THIS IS NOT THE ENTRANCE TO THE FESTIVAL!” We were among those circulating the back roads of rural Sussex but eventually, after phoning someone on-site, my partner-in-crime and I found the only two festival signs either of us saw all day, which were at the site entrance. The first thing that Forgotten Fields forgot was almost any signage to their festival, thus, on Friday afternoon, the A26 and A267, on either side of Eridge Park, were full of cars trawling up and down seeking any hint of an entrance. Perhaps Kendal Calling taking place only a week before stretched Forgotten Fields’ organization beyond its creators’ abilities… All, however, had complaints of one sort or another. It came out approximately head-to-head between 2/5 and 3/5, with the caveat that most had enjoyed themselves due to excellent weather and good company. On Sunday, before leaving the site, I took a verbal poll of tens of attendees, asking them to score the festival on the usual five star review scale.
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