A travelled homoeopath
The leaves on all the trees on my way to work are distinctly brown now signifying the end of summer. Going to the festivals to treat people on site was a fantastic experience. We treated a wide range of problems from bites and bruises to panic attacks and chronic sinusitis, with many in between. It was great work and I hope I have made some life-long friends. Several people had not heard of it before, many confused it with other therapies and more than a few have now changed their minds about it, which is the main aim anway. One gentleman I saw has even gone from sceptic to converted student of homoeopathy, which is a small miracle in itself and one that has made my time even more enjoyable.
Ok, so the weather wasn’t exactly all it was expected to be. Yes the mud was an experience in itself. Especially when you have come along with wellies with ‘trainer-like soles’ that seemed a good idea at the time but once on, I realise they have no grip whatsoever. Perhaps a zimmerframe would have been a better idea? But the rain and cold meant more people sheltering in our marquee and the more mud around the more pleasant and peaceful it made the healing fields seem.
On the first night of Glastonbury we had the most spectacular sunset I think I have seen in this country for years and years. We were all certain it was a sign that the weather was going to be absolutely beautiful. Ok, perhaps our homoeopathy knowledge is a little better than our meteorology? But the sun did come out to dry us out just in time for us to leave on monday afternoon.
Eastern Haze festival in Suffolk in July seemed to be the only place in the country that didn’t suffer too badly with the floods. Plus being enclosed in our own festival-capsule we were unaware as to how badly others had it. Eastern Haze was much smaller than Glastonbury but just as crazy. It was spread out over quite a large space without the huge crowds to fill it, it felt a little like a partially deserted town in a western movie. A much smaller team at Eastern Haze meant we had much more time together and made for a very close-knit weekend with a very relaxed attitude. Ok, maybe the free hot showers and saunas 100 feet away helped us to provide a more tranquil atmosphere too.
The Cambridge Folk festival was my last stop with the Travelling Homoeopaths Collective and what a great stop it was too. The most relaxed atmosphere of the summer, despite us being the busiest we’d been. The rain was gone (mostly) the deck chairs, picnic blankets and jugs of cider were out in numbers, as were the mozzies. It did feel very sophisticated to recline on a deck chair listening to the music with a few friends. Though admitedly some were glued to Harry Potter, which had come out on the friday. It was in stark contrast to Glastonbury where millions stood in raincoats, ankle deep in mud trying to catch a glimpse of the stage without toppling over.
All together a wonderful time, great people, lots of great results, good conversations, new friends and enough instant noodles to last a lifetime!