THE MALVERNS GROWS UP

tumbling out of, I’m mercifully hangover-free – something that definitely wouldn’t have been the case during weekends spent at the Malverns in my youth. However, it’s the crack of dawn – or feels like it, at least – and I have to escort my daughter to the portable toilets, which are just as much of an assault on the senses (albeit kept remarkably clean). There’s no way my kids are sleeping in today, not with bikes to ride, a festival site to explore and none other than Danny MacAskill – whose video is still a regular watch back home – due to make an appearance in a few hours. It’s a struggle to force some breakfast down their throats, they’re so desperate to grab their hardtails and join the numerous other young kids whizzing around the family campsite, sending it off plastic ramps and practising riding no-handed.