Festival season is upon us, and thank God, Britain, summer may have finally peeked his head out from behind those impossible snow and hailstorm clouds to make an appearance.

And really, although we joke and roll out eyes when anyone mentions it, the British summer is something quite wonderful. Sure many of us run to Costa del Sol, Ibiza and Magaluf, returning with bad tattoos and disturbing foam party stories, but those of us who stay certainly don’t miss out, in fact we possibly do summer with a little more class, dare we say?

Get married in style to your best friend, your blow up doll, or your can of cider…

The beauty of the British festival season is that in it’s evolution it is no longer a game of waiting for the headliners to be released and hoping that your favourite artists may turn up so you can pull…