
Scorrier House all dressed up!
Having just returned from the glorious Great Estate Festival at Scorrier House, Redruth, this two-year-old little known event, at an even lesser known location, has restored my faith in summer festivals.
Jaded by past experiences of rip-off, fleece you while we’ve got you, cramped, poseur pouting events; I was unsure how three days of partying in this wooded estate was going to be. It was the welcome salve my heart and soul needed.
Firstly, and possibly most importantly, the security and festival staff were so friendly. From the minute we arrived they were smiling and cheerful, despite the mizzly rain which soon turned the already damp ground into mud. Quirky signs were spotted as we hauled our camping gear past the family field, into two more open spacious fields overlooking the house and festival grounds. No tripping over guy ropes here – room aplenty with shady tree spots, ample water points and enough toilets – cleaned and refreshed regularly with essential paper and hand spray, to go around.
‘Gin?’ gestured a high-viz jacketed guard as we passed the entrance to the Secret Gin Garden. ‘Soon,’ we replied, sleeping bags and camping stove banging against our welly clad legs.




