'We play all day (and dance all night)'. The strap-line said it all.

This festival was conceived by ex 90's ravers who got themselves families.

From 9am there was all sorts of family activities that went right through to 7pm.

Then, in the main arena, a small fire pit was lit and stewards offered free marshmallows for parents to toast with their kids.

This symbolically represented the crossover into darkness, when the kids could be put to bed and the party could begin.

From 9pm DJ's ruled the main stage until 1am.

Then things moved to the idyllic stage in the woods for a silent disco through 'til 4am.

The sunshine lasted for all three days and was the magic fairy dust that lit up the magnificent setting and put the 1,500 revellers in a blissfully chilled state.

The spirit of the conception remains at the heart of this event with comfort and creativity enriching everything in a way that many larger festivals have long forgotten, because money dictates otherwise.

The toot-toot of the miniature railway more than compensated for the lack of big name music acts. Chilled was a roaring success without having to roar.

Five Stars