Lost Village: A Magical Way To See Out The End Of The Festival Season
Every weekend of the summer, come rain or shine, a different festival has reared it’s beautiful little head, enticing revellers to experience what they have on offer.
This summer I’ve traipsed around the UK and Europe to a tonne of festivals; nearly passed out from heat exhaustion trying to find somewhere to camp at Glastonbury, got flooded in at Denmark’s Roskilde and had my tent torn down by gale force winds at Gottwood.
So it was with trepidation that I made my way to Lost Village, my final festival of the summer. I’d heard rumours of it’s intimate woodland magic and was excited for it’s heady line-up, but my old bones had nearly reached their festival peak. But what a festival finale it proved to be…
Set within a private woodland – or an “abandoned woodland village” – near Lincoln, the festival was an easy stretch down the train track from London’s Finsbury Park station. The grounds were bigger than I expected, but still exuded that boutique festival feel. With nice, albeit pricey, touches such as cocktail bars from upmarket brands such as Fentiman’s and Kraken and it’s very own crab shack, it’s definitely more more fancy than Festival fancy than Festival filthy.
As well as getting lost in the music of stonking acts such as Moderat, Black Madonna and De La Soul, Lost Village is as much about live theatre performance and getting lost in nature. The lake setting is beautiful – although it would be an added treat if they allowed festival goers to swim in it – and we spent a lot of Saturday watching these dancers perform their way around it:
There was also a suprisingly good comedy line-up including Joe Lycett and Russell Kane, as well as a cinema showing (amongst other flicks) the amazing and insightful ‘Raving Iran’ documentary.
Festival highlights: Legowelt inexplicably dropping Talking Head’s “Once In A Lifetime” in an amazing set, spending the whole of Mr Scruff’s epic Junkyard set dancing in and around an old MG car and the dancing security guards who took to EDM like excitable eighteen year olds.
Festival lowlights: Incredibly strict security who escorted my friend away (with a pair of elastic gloves on…) for an unexplained search, and the music ending pretty early (1am) with only the cheese tent to revert to.
Lost Village, already in it’s third year, looks well set to replace the eccentric festival hole left behind by Secret Garden Party’s final hurrah this summer. For anyone looking for a smaller festival that definitely has a touch of magic, you can register to buy your tickets for 2018 here.
Image: Lost Village/ Fanatic