Lost Village is a truly a festival that spares no expense. We heard this endorsement before we even entered the site - from a regular who has worked bars at all manner of boutique forest festivals. “There were little details missing,” he said of other similar festivals; here, every last one was taken care of.
And indeed, at Lost Village, every single tree available was festooned in lights. Forget about plain old stages – here, acts performed in “forgotten cabins” stowed away in the woods or “airbase” style fairgrounds which felt so interactive they could be paintball courses rather than music venues. We danced in discarded airplane cockpits and old bumper cars, while other punters hung from trees and slid gleefully about in the mud that built up over three days of hot-stepping.
