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Wrestling love swans in the Land of Smiles and butterflies…

Thank you, thank you, thank you one and all, who voted for my entry in the Tourism Authority of Thailand (TAT) Blogger Competition 2019.
Every one of your votes warms my heart, and I hope you’ll be as thrilled as I was when I received the notification… Congratulations!  The six winners of the second TAT Newsroom “Blogger Thailand” competition will enjoy an exclusive four-day trip reflecting Thailand’s ‘Open to the New Shades’ campaign, scheduled for 25-28 July, 2019, to Prachin Buri, Nakhon Nayok and Nakhon Ratchasima provinces as well as Khao Yai National Park, which borders all three of these provinces.
Of course, the first thing I did was check out the program. You’d only gone and voted me onto an action-packed trip with five male bloggers exploring
off-the-beaten-track Thailand. Gulp, gulp!

Oh, how my friends did chuckle at the thought of me,  Little Miss Cautious Wren off on this little adventure, and the stories I could tell.
‘No don’t be a wimpy Wren, you’ve got this!’  I told myself.

Diary of a Glastonbury Rock Chick Part 2

For Part One start here...

TUESDAY: 'Ground Control to Major Tom' David Bowie
We arrive back at Glastonbury Festival to find a shower block in the paddock and despite the rainstorms, our tents are still standing and dry. Bonus. 
The rain is easing, but the Worthy Farm's legendary mud appears as a thick slurry… and then as if by magic disappears leaving everyone to agree this is the best summer at Glasto ever.
For now, it's wellies on and we're off to suss out our stewarding work area. Team morale is high.


At our team briefing, we refresh our knowledge of the various hand signals to use in the event of an emergency. It's a reminder of the serious nature of our work and the loud noise to come. We know that 99% of our role is 'where's the nearest bar/stage/toilet?' but we are prepared for the 1% emergency.
We have a lesson on using the walkie-talkies Press - Pause - speak.
It's 'over' and not ‘over and out’ Apparently, it is only the Controller …

Diary of a Glasto Rock Chick!

Part one: 

SIGNING UP AS A GLASTO VOLUNTEER: November 2018


I can thank my Aussie girlfriends who pushed me to volunteer as a Glastonbury Steward. 'Yeah, you can do that' they said, sipping on their skinny cappuccinos within easy reach of flushing loos. 

I'd reconnected with my long lost inner Rock Chick after seeing the movie Bohemian Rhapsody and was contemplating volunteering at the greatest show on planet earth. I just wasn't sure what I was letting myself in for, and whether I could survive the Glastonbury Festival.

We're talking six nights camping in a field with no electricity, wot no WIFI? Surviving the legendary Glasto toilets, me Miss Evian water, drinking from the same tap cows use for the rest of the year. A Melbourne coffee snob and part-time foodie, living on festival fast food with a side of no sleep. Moi, the leader of the "shall I'll ask them to turn the music down?" discussions on arrival everywhere. 
An old country bird with zero experien…

Glasto Rock Chick

Hello, I'm going offline for a while as I head off to Glastonbury, UK for the World's biggest and best Performing Arts Festival. Yes, Somehow your little Wren will be spending six nights unplugged, WOT no Wifi? 




This five-star chick is off living in a tent and perhaps facing the biggest game of survivor since her days at Pony Club camp in the '70s.




Quite how I went from trying to get tickets with the idea of glamping in a TiPi,  real beds, and the best linen, unlimited champagne, and fresh flowers and the like ... 




to camping in a steward's off-site enclosure whilst volunteering for a Somerset charity (Who'd have thought they'd have me!), remains entirely down to a night at the movies... Bohemian Rock chick Wren here I come. 




As a Glasto newbie I have already broken many of the rules:

1. Oxfam is making second-hand fashion a Worthy Cause at Glastonbury Festival 2019. It’s a solution to the damage fast fashion is doing to our planet and its people.

Oops to all my bra…