A/N This idea will not go away so I just had to write it down! Also, I've never been to Glastonbury so sorry if anything about the festival isn't right :) It's going to be around 6 or 7 chapters long. Thanks for reading!
Tuesday 24th June 2014
It had been a rare day when Sam was on a shift from 9am til 5pm, and Tom had the day off. However, unbeknown to Sam, it had been arranged for Tom to stay at home because he had been planning a very special suprise. She had taken a nice walk home in the warm summer evening, only she found that when she arrived outside of their two bedroom house, Tom's car was not on the driveway. She assumed that he must've gone out to get something for dinner so she went to let herself in, only the door was already unlocked.
"Tom, you idiot." Sam muttered as she closed the door behind her and locked it before she hung her coat up and slipped her shoes off. He was forever forgetting to lock doors and close windows before he went out.
"Who're you calling an idiot?" Tom whispered as he snaked his arms around Sam's abdomen from behind, causing her to jump.
"Don't do that!" Sam shrieked. "And where's your car?" She demanded as she turned around only to have Tom plant his lips on her before he pulled back grinning.
"Not far from here. I just didn't want you to see it's contents because I've got you a suprise."
"But I hate surprises and you know I do." Sam frowned.
"Oi, I've put a lot, and I mean a lot, of work into keeping this a secret from you." Tom stated smugly. "So we are going to enjoy dinner, then we are going to have a steamy shower together and then we are gonna hit the road and go on... Our honeymoon." He said softly.
"But I thought we agreed we weren't gonna have a honeymoon." Sam stated confusedly. "Plus we got married over six months ago."
"Well it's a delayed honeymoon. And I've got everything sorted. Everything is packed in the car, and- you're not gonna stop looking at me like a sad puppy dog until I tell you are you?" Tom smirked whilst Sam pouted her bottom lip and fluttered her eyelashes.
"Nope." Sam smiled.
"Well... It involves alcohol, a tent and Metallica." Tom stated.
"Wh...no! Please tell me you're talking about what I think you are." Sam begged as she clapped her hands together.
"Depends what you think I'm talking about." Tom replied sheepishly.
"Holby festival?" Sam queried excitedly.
"Better."
"Better? No way! Glastonbury festival?" Sam demanded.
"Only the best for my beautiful wife." Tom beamed and Sam laughed to herself before she wrapped her arms around Tom and hugged him tightly. "So this is a good honeymoon yeah? Because I knew this would either be a brilliant idea, or it would be a disaster." He admitted.
"It's a bloody fantastic idea." Sam mumbled into his chest before they pulled away.
"Right, c'mon I've spent ages cooking us dinner." Tom stated as he took Sam's hand and led her through to the kitchen where the small table for two was laid with a table cloth and two place mats with a lit candle in the middle.
"Really? Because it smells like you've just ordered something from the Indian takeaway down the road." Sam remarked as Tom pulled out a chair and seated his wife.
"Nope, nothing is from a takeaway. Though some things may have been premade from tescos." Tom admitted as he put on the oven gloves. "And for starters, we have vegetable pakora and onion bhajies." He announced as he took the tray out of the oven and served two of each onto the plates.
"I am so excited." Sam squealed as she couldn't sit still on her chair before she began eating.
"Well I'd better explain our itinerary for tonight properly so that you know what's happening: after dinner, we'll have a shower together and get ready. And then at about 8pm, we'll leave here and park up in one of the festival car parks and it'll take roughly an hour to get there . We're gonna spend the night in the car so that we avoid the infamous five hour queue tomorrow morning. But don't worry, I've got pillows and blankets so we won't be uncomfortable." Tom explained.
"So you've packed all of my clothes?"
"Well, all of the ones that you're gonna need. Just trust me, I've got everything that we're gonna need until we come back on Monday."
"Alcohol?"
"The car is full of it." Tom smirked.
"Have you got my box of the pill?" Sam queried - she had gone on the pill just days after getting married to Tom because both of them hated using condoms and it was much more convenient for their 'spur of the moment' love making.
"Yep, and it's easy access for you to get to in the morning."
"Pads and tampons? Because I've only got a one pill left, and then I'll be due on, on Saturday." Sam admitted bluntly - both of them being doctors was beneficial because it meant that they were open about pretty much everything and were never embarrassed about such things.
"Yep, I got you some more when I went shopping this morning because I checked the bathroom cabinet and there wasn't much left in there."
"Painkillers?"
"For cramps or the potential hangover, of course." He nodded. "And a festival essential: a decent pair of waterproof wellies each."
"And what about a tent?"
"Well I wanted us to be nice and cozy, but not cramped. So I've got us a 5 man tent, that has a sleeping area, and a living area and it's got plenty of room. Or that's what I got from the pictures anyway."
"So you haven't even put it up yet?"
"Nope. We're gonna have such a laugh aren't we?" Tom joked.
"This is probably the best shower that we're gonna have for the next 6 days." Sam remarked as Tom stood behind her in the shower and he had his arms around her as he caressed her slim figure with his hands, creating small spirals with the tip of his fingers whilst comfortably hot water streamed onto their backs.
"Oh I don't know. I've got a solar shower that proves otherwise." Tom said innocently.
"A solar shower?"
"Yeah, it's a bag that you fill with 20 litres of water, leave it in the sun to heat up and then hang it from a tree, open the valve and you've got warm-ish water." Tom explained.
"I can't wait." Sam smiled.
"You've said that already." Tom chuckled.
"Yeah I know but, this was such a good idea. Thank you." Sam turned around in his arms, went on her tiptoes and briefly kissed him on the lips before she returned to her original height.
"Well I did think that you'd prefer this as a honeymoon instead of spending a couple of thousand pounds on a hotel somewhere abroad."
"Well then you know me very well don't you?" Sam smiled.
"Do you want to know the line up for this year?" Tom teased as he pressed the pump of a bottle and got a bit of shower gel in his hands before he began lathering it on his wife's body.
"Go on then."
"Well I can't remember all of them, but I know there's Dolly Parton, Metallica, Elbow, Kasabian, Ed Sheeran, Lily Allen, Rudimental, Skrillex, John Newman, Sam Smith, Imagine Dragons, Disclosure and many more." He listed.
8:45pm
After a fairly short drive, Tom was steering down the winding country lanes in his red range rover sport, navigating himself by the signs to the festival that he could thankfully see because it was UK summer time and it was not yet dark. Forecasts varied for the next few days, but at that moment there was a beautiful orange sunset beginning after a fairly warm day. So they were just hoping that the biblical downpours would not come however Sam and Tom were not the kind of people who hated a bit of mud in their tent so they were sure to enjoy it no matter what the weather would be like.
"Do you want to have a look at the map in the glove compartment and see which field you wanna camp in?" Tom suggested.
"Yep." Sam opened the box in front of her and took out a sheet of paper that showed the map of Glastonbury festival and she noticed that also in the glovebox was their tickets in an envelope. "How about the Oxlyers field?" Sam suggested.
"We can camp wherever you want darling." Tom quipped.
"Well it's got two toilet blocks, drinking water taps, and a property lock-up. And it's really close to the main stages but I reckon if we camp near the bottom left corner then we won't be kept awake by the music.
"Yep, sounds good." Tom nodded. "And I've reserved us a lock up key so we can put some money, cards and valuables in there when we don't need them."
"I'm impressed; I really didn't think that you'd be able to organise something like this." Sam admitted.
"Well it was the power of love driving me to stay focussed so that my wife would enjoy it." Tom smirked.
"So what are we doing food wise? Are we just buying everything there?" Sam asked and Tom could hear the tone of concern in her voice though she tried to hide it.
"Nope. I know that you couldn't last five days on fast food so we've got quite a lot of food ourselves that doesn't require refrigeration, and I've got a Trangia to cook things on."
"What's a Trangia?"
"Pft, what's a Trangia?" Tom said mockingly even though two weeks ago, he wouldn't have had a clue what it was either. "It's basically this little metal stove that packs away to be the same size as the average saucepan, but when you unfold it, you end up with a little saucepan on top, with a metal thing underneath where you pour the liquid fuel in, light it with a match and hey presto you've got somewhere to cook. I've got some fruits, cereals, and biscuits for snacks, and then there's pasta that we can have with different sauces that I've put in plastic containers because you're not allowed to take glass in. And there's rice, eggs, some bread, brioche, long life milk etc etc." He explained. "What're you laughing at?"
"I just... I don't know, I just can't believe how amazing this is going to be." Sam admitted.
"Well, I do tend to do amazing things." Tom said smugly. "And here we are." He announced as they pulled up to a small cabin with a barrier across the road ahead of them.
"Tickets and car parking ticket please." The man in the booth requested. Tom reached over Sam's lap, opened the glove compartment and took out an envelope so that he could get the required items out and show the individual.
"Did you have to use that picture of me?" Sam moaned in a whispered as she noticed that their colourful tickets had their pictures on them, and Tom had used the same picture that Sam had in her passport.
"Well you have to have a blank expression and I couldn't just ask you randomly for a picture of you looking like you're depressed could I?" Tom replied.
"Okay they're fine. Well, you're the first people to arrive in car park Orange 39 so if you drive straight ahead until you see a hedge in front of you, turn left and park in the furthest corner from this barrier. In the morning, gates will be opening at 8am to get into the festival, but I assume that you already know that you will have to spend the night int your car, correct?"
"Yep." Tom nodded as he put the tickets back in the glove box.
"Okay, enjoy the festival." The man smiled as he pushed the button to raise the barrier.
"Thank you." Tom pulled forward and drove through the grassy field until he parked up in the corner. "Right. Do you want a can of beer or a plastic glass of wine?" Tom queried as he cut the engine and put the keys in his pocket.
"Depends how much alcohol you brought and what kind." Sam replied sheepishly.
"Well then come and have a look." Tom quipped before he got out of the car and went around to the large, spacious boot of the car. Sam got out of the passenger seat and joined him, only her jaw hit the floor when he opened the boot to reveal that aside from a few bags, it was full of crates of beer and boxes of wine along with a couple of cans of vodka, a few 2L bottles of coke, soda water and a carrier bag filled with plastic cups to serve the beers in and plastic wine glasses. "I know you don't usually drink a lot, but this is the one time that you can let your hair loose yeah?"
"Well I feel obliged to drink now, purely to save you from drinking it all." Sam smirked as she grabbed a plastic wine glass from the carrier bag - in which there were dozens of cups - and she then picked up a box of white wine before she carried them with her and got into the car. Tom assumed that she was having the box to herself so he picked up a plastic cup and four cans of beer before he went and got into the drivers seat.
"Right, your options tonight are you can either recline that seat and I'll give you a few blankets and a pillow and you can sleep there. Or I can move a couple of the bags from the back seats and then you can lay down on them and sleep there." Tom stated as they both poured their drinks into the respective cups.
"No, I'll be fine here." Sam stated.
"Right, we're gonna have a lot to do tomorrow so d'ya wanna hit the sack?" Tom suggested after he had just finished his third can of beer.
"Mm, but I need a wee first." Sam stated bluntly. "And those portaloos do not look friendly." Sam added as they peered through the darkness where they knew that there were a few portable toilets as they had seen them on the way in when it was light. They had previously been alone however now there were a few dozen cars parked up who had also begun on the alcohol. But thankfully, most were keeping the noise down.
"Well, they're gonna be the cleanest now than they will be all week." Tom stated. "Go on, you go first and I'll wait with the car until you get back." They both quickly took turns and went to the toilet, but when Sam came back, she found that there where blankets ready on her reclined passenger chair - well as far back as it would go with the back seats filled with equipment - with a comfy pillow. "What time do you want to get up tomorrow morning? The gates open at 8am but we could either get up earlier and beat the queues or we could have a lie in and then wait for the queues to die down a bit." Tom asked.
"Um... We'll get up early. Then we can have first choice of where we camp and then we can get the tent set up so that we can just relax." Sam replied as she pulled the blanket up to her chin and turned on her side so that she was facing Tom.
"Okay." Tom quickly set an alarm on his phone for 6:30am before he put his phone down by the gearstick. "Night night." Tom leant across and gently kissed Sam on the lips before he laid back down on his seat and switched the car light off so that they were in complete darkness. After a long day of packing and organising for Tom, and a long day at work for Sam, it didn't take long for them to both drift off into a deep slumber.
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