Near a dark, dark village there is a dark, dark field, near the dark, dark field there is a dark, dark woods, and in the dark, dark woods there were some dark, dark dance tents, and in the dark, dark dance tents, Cornish revellers dwell!
Just like that, summer came to an end with FrENDzy being the final huzzah and a tribute to all things summer; it marked the END of the surf competition and the END of the warmer months. The day got off to a wet and miserable start though, as Saturday brought the unwelcomed gift of a torrential downpour onto the site and a mutual sense of dismay swept across the south-west. The festival admins were determined to turn those frowns upside down though and reassured us that the rain would not be a deterrent. So with that encouragement we donned our wellies, packed-a-mac, piled in the car and headed into the unknown.FrENDzy virgins would be pushed to find the site as it is signposted merely by a large wooden sign leaning against the hedge, and even us veterans missed it at first glance. As soon as we entered the camping field you could taste the party atmosphere; sounds of laughter, singing, shouting, to the tune of the muffled music deep in the bowels of the woods. The festival vibe was infectious, as was the insatiable urge to dance.
Upon arrival partygoers were greeted with the wonder that is the ‘closet disco’, one of the larger tents that offered a treasure trove of gaudy garments at your disposal. I myself tried on various items before homing in on a more demure velvet cat onesie, complete with claws. The tent also housed a bar so you could wet your whistle whilst listening to the local DJs, Ere Wax being the first to entice me into the party mood.Further venturing into the unknown presented surprises at every turn. A spacious eating area complete with organic food van lead on to the ‘Pleasuredome’ where things really started kicking off. With barely enough room to swing myself in a cat outfit it was clear this was the revellers’ tent of choice. The line-up included more local talent such as Lightlayers and RY Spenceley whose mixes kept the venue pumping long into the night.
Continuing to fall further and further down the festival rabbit hole I stumbled across Max Honeyman’s set at the ‘Treehouse’ stage, which was completely shrouded in darkness and you could just about see the outline of the crowd as they immersed themselves in the eccentric vibe. I also found a tent with heavy techno vibes where everyone was clearly in their own zones, so I vowed I would return as the night continued to spiral into the abyss.I was intrigued by a woods path that lured me in with mesmerising fairy lights, which lead to a clearing that resembled a disco version of a scene from Alice in Wonderland. Enchanted mirror balls hung from tree boughs reflecting the colourful lights, sending the crowd into a FrENDzy-induced trance. I had reached Sir Vinyl’s bewitching lair, and the captivating electro-swing pumping from the stereos kept me rooted to the spot (it was either that or the muddy quicksand-like swamp beneath my wellies).
The morning after the night before said it all; glitter strewn over every surface, revellers wondering around with smudged make up and memories from the night showing on their satisfied but weary faces, various items of sequined clothing littering the ground. FrENDzy, you did us proud, same time next year!