After a few beers, I ended up sleeping with my head outside of the tent. It rained all night, and I woke up with my head mashed into the turnip field we'd camped in.
I had to queue for two hours to use a communal shower block in the campsite, where the chemical toilets met you a 100 yards before you got to them.
It was at this precise point that I realised my rock 'n' roll days were over.
Oh! I've been to music festivals since - but I've always stayed in a B&B.
sounds like a good plan to me!