The end of season festival in its sixth year raised the bar. Over The Moon Events organised the event alongside the land owner. We provided a complete festival service which included tents, cafe, decor (working with Liquid Faeries) sound system, security, power, toilets and waste management.
Here is what guest DJ Eddie Temple Morris had to say
Trystonbury Festival 2010 Review
My god, I should’ve done this YEARS ago. As I write, it’s the day after and I need to share this with you, because it’s special; special enough for you to block out this weekend in your diary for next year. I feel like I felt the first year of Secret Garden Party (and we know how amazing that turned out to be). I’ve discovered something secret, something known only to a select few, and which must be kept close to our bosoms, I think. Let me attempt to describe it for you.
THE SITE: Ancient woodland near Windsor, at the end of a long private road. The garden of an old, ruined, royal residence, and the site of some kind of palatial Roman building before that.
THE SCENE: Beautifully lit Palladian ruins, immaculate lawns, jaw droppingly old oak forest, campfires, beautiful people of all ages.
THE OCCASION: Autumn Equinox, in other words the last day of the year where night and day are the same length. Michael Eavis celebrates this with a party at Glastonbury. It’s the official wave goodbye to summer and hello to winter, until the Vernal Equinox, which happens to be my family’s (and all pagans / Zoroastrians / Iranians) New Year.
I turned up to behold glowsticks hanging from the branches of all the trees in a magical forest walkway leading up to the site of the party, a clearing in the forest at the apex of a big hill and the convergence of major ley lines, like the one at Glastonbury Tor. At the exact apex of the hill stands an oak tree that is over one thousand years old. It’s mindblowing to think that a young Richard the Lionheart could easily have pissed on this trunk 850 years ago, before he set off to attempt to conquer the Holy Land.
There were lights everywhere, projecting images onto screens, bubble shapes onto raised igloos, spattering shapes and colours all over the thick foliage above our heads and even the forest floor. It was captivating, mesmeric, confusing, and beautiful all at the same time. The main tent area with booming sound system had a wonderful, alien shape, reflected in the awnings, and stretched out material screens all over the site. And it was tiny. We’re talking about 300 people. Small enough to get to know almost everybody there, at least enough to smile and nod.
There were fires to congregate around, hay bails to sit on – not straw, but real, fresh, green hay. There were bands, and DJs playing dub reggae off rare seven-inch vinyl, or blissed out house off twelve-inches. There was a food tent knocking out BBQ food, toasties and yummy cakes at normal, village fete (not stupid festival) prices and a bar where you never had to queue for a drink.
Read the full review from Eddie Temple Morris.