Edel Coffey: growing up and learning life lessons at Electric Picnic

I’ve a lot of fond memories of Electric Picnic. I went every year for the guts of 10 years but as detailed in previous columns, I only camped once. I never felt like I was missing out. 

Picture: Conal McSweeney

I always associate Electric Picnic with the turning of the season, the last party before we all go back to school, the final carefree weekend standing up straight in the sunshine before we adjust to a 45-degree tilt to shoulder in the shutting-down of the days and push through the gathering evenings into winter. 

But next year Electric Picnic is changing its dates to mid-August, which means this is the last time Electric Picnic will happen on that traditional last weekend of summer.