Part 4 day music extravaganza, part high school catch up, three quarters giant trash mound; Dour festival offered much in southern Belgium last weekend. As it was quite epic in scale I’ll break it down into days to try to avoid curing everyone’s insomnia.

After a fairly straightforward trip there (taxi, train, plane, bus, train, train, bus, walk!) lugging two tents, four sleeping bags and four mats plus just enough room for a change of jocks we caught up with Seb & Dave at the site and proceed to track down a suitable campsite using all of our finest scouting techniques. It took 45 min of trudging – including negotiating a ‘slum’ of tents packed wall to wall with no path except over or through (a bit like the photo below), till we found a choice spot without too many neighbours and settled in.

Thursday’s line-up was predominantly electro and a little disappointing – nothing testing any boundaries. We ducked about the site orientating ourselves catching snippets of Bonobo, Kid 606 and Swayzak before settling in for the cheesiness of the main attraction the Wu-Tang Clan (above).

A solid dumping of rain overnight ensured that the festival got an appropriate mud fix, adding a degree of difficulty to negotiating the route from our camp – Chhay’s awesome fluorescent boxing boot’s pristine condition (below) was not to last for long…