Jo Whiley shouted out to the crowd from the main stage at The Big Feastival: “This is a question for the kids. Whose parents have been dancing in a really embarrassing way?” My daughter's hand shot up and Jo nodded in sympathy. “There's a lot of that going on out there this weekend.”

There was. A lot. All day and night actually. It was hard not to with such big names, bands, chefs and DJ sets keeping the 20,000 Big Feastival crowd entertained.

The highlights? Mark Ronson was even better than expected, getting the crowd of young and old hyped up into a frenzy.

Foxes, who shouted out at the middle class/middle age audience: “Youth is all about having fun and being free and you lot prove you can be young whatever your age.”

Very diplomatic. Alex James blasting out his favourite tunes from The Cheese Hub as if The Big Feastival was his own private party, which it is of sorts.

Jamie Oliver wandering around looking hungover as hell while taking part in the children’s herb growing and cooking lessons, the Silent Disco- where an entire marquee of headphone wearing party-goers danced like crazy idiots.

The food was also immense as expected and what stalls there were, were all fantastic – top burgers, pizzas, hotdogs, paella, bakeries, beer, gin&tonic, cheese and food from all around the world. You couldn’t go hungry if you tried.

Kids were brilliantly catered for, whatever their age – for the toddlers Mr Tumble and Adam Henson’s Cotswold Farm Park, and upwards to the fairground rides, art workshops, rheatre classes, cooking demos and big names – Ella Henderson had a big turn-out, Tinie Tempah, who headlined on the Saturday night, impressed even the teens. The oldies loved the likes of Roland Gift of The Fine Young Cannibals, Reef, The Proclaimers, Stereo MCs, need I go on, rolling on throughout the weekend to the relaxed and appreciative crowd.

The downsides? The thunder and lightening storm on Saturday afternoon, which was an absolute wash out, and I did feel for the day trippers because everything shut down.

On a more practical level, although the camping was well organised the loos were awful from start to finish, much worse than all other festivals I’ve been to and constantly full, blocked, dirty and stinking. Neither were they cleaned over night so the mornings were as bad as the night before, and for the ‘Joules’ crowd at least, hard to swallow

And bring wads of cash because you get fleeced everywhere you go, £5 per half an hour for the trolleys, £20 to charge your mobile phone, nearly £4 to use the cash point, £6 for guacamole and chips, £7.50 for a hotdog.

But watching the kids whipping round on the Waltzers, or at the top of the climbing wall, dancing to Uptown live, singing 'Bring Back my Bogeys to Me to Me' with Dick and Dom, feasting like kings, it's easy to see why the crowds flock and this is such a popular festival. I can’t wait for next year. 5/5