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This is the first post from the archives of author Stevie Turner who has an extensive and eclectic archives and it is easy to get yourself lost in there for an hour or so…Last week Stevie posted a wonderfully entertaining visit to the Download Festival in 2010 Camping Under the Stars and so I decided to share one of Stevie’s early posts from 2014 about another music festival…..

 Stevie and Sam go to Sonisphere 2014 by Stevie Turner

I must admit, looking out of the car window at the persisting rain as we neared junction 8 on the A1, I was waiting to see if Sam would turn to me and say “Sod it, let’s go home.” However, nothing escaped his lips except a few mumblings questioning the person’s parentage who had made the strange decision to close the slip road both sides at junction 7, the nearest exit to Sonisphere.

With no let up in the rain, we parked the car and donned our wet weather gear over our shorts and tee-shirts. This consisted of wellie boots, plastic over-trousers, and plastic cagoules with a hoods. Heaving our rucksacks on our backs, we started the 40 minute trek through the campsite towards the entrance to the arena. After about 20 minutes in the muggy heat, Sam, who thankfully always ‘volunteers’ to carry the heaviest rucksack, informed me that it was also ‘raining’ inside his plastic waterproofs. This was too much information for me, and I preferred not to think about it.

At the entrance to the campsite we exchanged our tickets for wristbands. The cerebrally challenged security man made a fleeting inspection of my rucksack, and asked me if I had a knife. Answering in the negative but questioning him as to whether he thought it would be a good idea if I had one, he looked somewhat blank and waved me on. Sam was made to turn the contents of his rucksack out on the table, holding up the queue as he re-packed it with his usual thoroughness.

One thing I noticed about the campsite; it was approximately a mile long and densely packed with hundreds and hundreds of tents. I looked around and nowhere could I see any festibogs (temporary toilets) except for a few at the entrance we had already passed. Where did all these people ‘go’ (especially first thing in the morning!)? It was a source of great concern to me as I trudged on up the hill towards the arena.

A very brave family rather too near the Anthrax moshpit….

Sam was made to turn the contents of his rucksack out again at the entrance to the arena. He kindly informed the security staff that he had already turned it out once at the entrance to the campsite, but apparently this did not stand him in good stead at all. I mentioned to Sam that Security obviously thought that at first glance he must look a trifle on the dodgy side. I sailed through with barely a glance; being middle-aged, female and invisible sometimes has its advantages!

The arena was heaving on the second day (we hadn’t managed to get there at all on the first day due to a family drama), and the sounds were heavy, which is just how we like it. However, some of the earlier bands seemed rather too heavy for our taste, but we soldiered on, parking ourselves in a suitable spot in order to swivel between both stages. Sam quickly located the whereabouts of the bar, and we settled down to rock and roll to the likes of Chas & Dave (strange choice), The Winery Dogs (Mike Portnoy’s new band), Slayer, Anthrax, Deftones, and Iron Maiden. Looking at the programme I noticed that Mike Portnoy’s band had (tactfully or by chance?) been given a different day to Dream Theater’s.

There’s something odd about sitting in the rain at a festival; it’s not right. Somebody up above must have heard me, because the rain then started to only come down intermittently instead of persistently. We were brave enough to take off our wet weather gear after The Winery Dogs had finished their set, only to have to put it on again in time to watch Slayer. In the end I left it off altogether and hoped for the best. The rain did clear up eventually, but the day had nearly ended by then.

This delightful little boy kept us entertained just as much as Slayer did!

The third day started off wet again, and my heart sank at the thought of wearing my trendy plastic trousers all day. However, by the time we arrived the sun was broiling and straining to burn through the clouds. Sam dropped me off near the entrance to the campsite to save my legs, which were complaining from walking up and down unfamiliar hills and dips. I passed a ‘dead’ body laid out prostrate by the gate that leads out of the car park through to the campsite, which retched intermittently and made terrible groaning noises. A small pile of vomit lay close to his right ear, and I wondered whether to tell Sam to turn him onto his side as he walked through to meet me after parking the car. Sam assured me he was conscious enough though, and when we passed the spot on returning to the car the ‘body’ had obviously recovered and had staggered away.

Mike Portnoy of The Winery Dogs (formerly in Dream Theater).

The last day was the best; the sun shone, the mad guitarist from Airbourne climbed up the stage rigging again and did his usual party piece. Dream Theater were a dream, and Metallica (although late) wowed the crowds from the very first. Save us a ticket for next year, but for pity’s sake open exit 7 on the A1!

©Stevie Turner 2014.

If you have some experiences to share at music festivals we would love to hear them…

About Stevie Turner

Stevie Turner works part time as a medical secretary in a busy NHS hospital and writes suspense, women’s fiction, and darkly humorous novels in her spare time. She won a New Apple Book Award in 2014 and a Readers’ Favorite Gold Award in 2015 for her book ‘A House Without Windows’, and one of her short stories, ‘Checking Out’, was published in the Creative Writing Institute’s 2016 anthology ‘Explain!’ Her psychological thriller ‘Repent at Leisure’ won third place in the 2016 Drunken Druid Book Award contest.

Stevie lives in the East of England, and is married with two sons and four grandchildren. She has also branched out into the world of audio books, screenplays, and translations. Most of her novels are now available as audio books, and one screenplay, ‘For the Sake of a Child’, won a silver award in the Spring 2017 Depth of Field International Film Festival. ‘A House Without Windows’ gained the attention of a New York media production company in December 2017.

Some of Stevie’s books are currently being translated into German, Spanish, Italian, and Portuguese.

A selection of books by Stevie Turner

A recent review for The Daughter-in-law Syndrome

Anyone who is or has ever been a daugher-in-law will see something of themselves in this wonderful story. The relationship between a mother-in-law and her son’s wife is a tricky situation in many cases as demonstrated by this talented author. She delved into the lives and loves of family that touched home with me and I’m sure many other readers. Stevie Turner gave the views of both sides and brought up some sensitive issues.

Edna, the mother-in-law, can’t accept the idea that her son has chosen a woman to take her place in his heart. Can she ever embrace this woman? Arla, the daughter-in-law, has her own demons to face with her husband and his sisters. She always feels on the outside looking in. What can she do to be accepted into this dysfunctional family? She even goes to a marriage counselor to try to get her husband, Ric, to open up to her about his family.

I enjoyed following along with their journey as they discovered some surprising revelations about themselves and how they grew closer in spite of the chasm that had opened up at the beginning of their marriage. When Arla has to face similar circumstances as her own son marries she begins to connect more with her own mother-in-law. Can she accept the woman that her son has married? If not, then why not?

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My thanks to Stevie for allowing me to browse her extensive archives and I am sure you will enjoy them if you head over to explore for yourselves.