Imagine, a music festival without mud, where people open gates for you, say “excuse me” and move aside to let you to the bar.
The tantalising aromas of great food mix with the nostalgic smell of steam from the resident railway, conjuring up memories of a bygone industrial age.
Both young and old come to share new music experiences, together.
The sound of live music is everywhere whilst you wander through a fascinating museum dedicated to life in Rural England.
Fans laugh, smile and nod to each other with a familiarity gained only from their mutual annual pilgrimage.
Sound too good? Not so. That’s Weyfest.