Elevation Worship B.C.D.O. Tauren Wells Rend Collective Hilsong Y & F Pat Barrett LZ7 Tye Tribbett I Am They Sinach Josh Gauton We Are Messengers Part Three.

We communicated to Lydia through her daughter Ruth, and she back to me, via our mobile phones, MP let her know that she was to tell us when she would like to stop for a loo break. As it was Summer it was light for most of the journey, when we realized we were not going to make it for 10pm, MP asked me to message the B.C.D.O. site to let them know, “We won’t arrive till after 10pm,” This I did, then came back an automated reply which said, “We will contact you within two days,” I said, “LOL, that will be too late.” Blue who was in our car, her boyfriend Marty who was already there, and was one of the many Volunteers, she let him know, “We won’t arrive till after 10pm when the gates to the campsite would be closed.” Marty texted back to say, “I’ve informed the organizers they want your vehicle registration and car make.” Blue passed on these details to Marty and he passed it on to the organisers. So at least we didn’t have to worry that we would be locked out.

Lydia let us know when she wanted us to stop and we all piled out and went to the loo at the service station. Apparently, she was not in the best of health before the accident and now she was in pain. I knew I had brought painkillers but I didn’t know exactly where they were as everything was in the boot.

Some went to the shop, some had a coffee, some sweets, I didn’t have anything, for all I wanted was the loo. We still had many, many miles to go and I wouldn’t let myself relax until I felt safe, inside I was still on high alert, if I was at home, I’d have had many hours kip on the sofa by now, but there was no time for a kip, I wanted to get there safe. Thankfully the roads weren’t as bad as we thought they would be and we arrived at 11.40pm the gates were not locked and people were still arriving after us! We parked in a car park and at the gates the Men asked us, “Can we look at your wristbands?” But we explained, “We rang ahead to let you know we would arrive late.” With a smile, “Oh yes we remember now,” We took things out of the car and walked about, well it felt like fifteen minutes to an opening, and they decided to set up the tent there. It was a lot of hard work, everyone pitched in, I couldn’t fault the kids, it was way past there bed time but they carried what they could. Marty was amazing, he might have been stick thin but he was SO strong! He was a God send! The massive tent was in what looked like a makeshift box made to be dragged and he pulled it on the lumpy grass at one point I asked, “Can I could pull it for a bit?” But I only managed a yard! It was SO heavy.  Backwards and forwards we all went, we didn’t empty the cars, MP and Lydia decided as it was dark, they would only put up one tent and the other one they would put up tomorrow. I know nothing about putting up a tent, so I let them get on with it, while I carried items from the car to the tent. Suitcases on wheels were useful but as it was grass, sometimes the wheels would go up to the left, and lifting the other wheel off the ground and then vice versa, to stop that happening a bag would be placed on top of the suitcase to stop it toppling as the grass was uneven. It was explained to us all, “As it is late, we all will sleep in this one tent tonight with no divider/bedrooms and tomorrow we will put up the other tent.” We all thought that was a great idea, and before I knew it, the tent was up, a man with a tent and a toddler nearby helped.

Paul had brought up from our cellar a massive torch, it was very powerful and one week before I went, I recharged it to the max. I was excited to use the power tool knowing I had something that would be very useful, but sadly it only lasted five minutes and then it was completely useless, what a let-down. MP and Lydia, “Pro-campers,” I called them had proper touches the brightness was amazing. MP asked me, “Would you like the camp bed?” Without hesitation I replied, “Yes please,” She might have driven us 200 miles but I was older than them all and God only knows what state I was going to be in tomorrow after the car accident I was in today, as mentioned my second in seven months.

Marty blew up some beds, rolled out camp mats help pitch the tent carried luggage from the cars. Lydia was on a high, very high single bed, I’d never seen a camp bed that high, it looked like it was pulled up with strong metal zig zags underneath it and I assumed with a press of some buttons it would go down smooth to the ground. None of us changed into night clothes we all slept in what we had on. I’d never in my life slept on a camp bed and it didn’t look comfortable as I laid on it and hoped it wouldn’t topple over. MP was next to me on the floor on a mat and her son next to her at the opposite side was Lydia and her two children, Blue wasn’t with us she was in (I found out later) a one-man tent with Marty next door in his one-man tent. Those things are tiny, I’d be claustrophobic in one of those. A lamp was left on, hanging up high, and I didn’t think I’d sleep, so I covered my head in my sleeping bag to block out all the light, like I do at home, and I did go to sleep. It was good that we came on Friday for it meant we were already here and wouldn’t have to travel to be here, for it meant we did the hard work and Saturday was why everyone was here. I was here for ONE reason only, to see the amazing Elevation Worship, and nothing and nobody else.