Saturday

Ah, Bloodstock mornings. The smell of coffee and bacon, the stale taste of last night’s beer. The sound of epic snoring and muffled farts. There really is nothing quite like it.  

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Thursday

So, here we are again. Another year, another Bloodstock Open Air, another pilgrimage to the hallowed turf of Catton Hall. This time, however, things feel a little different. Perhaps it’s because the festival sold out in record time, thus creating a palpable sense of relief among many of the fans. Maybe it’s because people could arrive a day early, or because there have been several changes made within the arena itself.  Continue reading →