Joe At The Rock Festival
I told my Son on Friday that now he is thirteen it is time to give something back to the community and that he should come help with Rock Festival for the day.
I expected him to find reasons not to do it, but was very pleased that he immediately agreed.
So it was that he rose at the crack of dawn on a Sunday during school Summer Holidays and came out for fifteen hours of hard work.
He was helping set up at the outset, spent the day picking litter and stewarding and pitching in 100% and was still there in the darkness, when the crowds had all gone home, alongside the other volunteers packing down gazebos and lifting metal railings into stacks.
He didn’t complain once, just worked alongside everybody until the very end.
When you add in my Mum and Stepdad, there were three generations of our family working at the event. I am extremely proud of my Son for joining the crazy family tradition of volunteering. Well done, Joe.