It's rare that I look upon other parents with envy. I'm reasonably self-assured and confident with my decisions and choices. However, there's a breed of parents out there that have me eyes-wide in awe and wanting to bow down to their complete and utter coolness and quite frankly, jaw-dropping willingness to parent without the help of 6am cBeebies. They are the 'festival parents'.
You know the sort. Great bed head. Look fantastic wearing clothes that have recently be retrieved from a tent floor. Sporting friendship bracelets that look better on their forty-year old wrists than any teenager. And probably best friends with Norman Cook and Zoe Ball.