Tents to rock you gently

LEAKY tents, lukewarm beer, dodgy burgers and bladder-testing Portaloo queues — after serving my time at Slane, Witness and Oxegen, I swore I’d hang up my wellies for good.

Now, even the most high-maintenance festival fan can get in the groove this summer — without the mud and misery. ‘Glamping’ — or glamorous camping — is the buzzword in fields this summer. Packing the GHD and latest copy of Grazia, I forewent my electric blanket for a posh tent in the back garden to give it some welly for a night.

Plush with a double mattress, snuggly blankets, sheepskin rugs and fat cushions, my back-yard bell tent beats the cramped dome tent and damp black-sack ‘seating’ traditionally favoured by festival goers.