Balefest
Baines + Hale + Festival
Friday to Sunday
Aug 4-6 2023
The Woods at Oakley
Salisbury, SP3 5EU
Getting here
Bring yourself
GPS will take you to the wrong entrance, so keep an eye out for our signage. The country roads are narrow and windy, so please drive carefuly ❤️
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Be brought
Taxi
You will need to pre-book your taxi, it's a little bit far from anything! 🚖
Here are some local firms you can use:
Veezu cars (V cars) - Swindon, Chippenham, Bristol & Bath
All the sevens - Salisbury & Wiltshire
AA taxis - Salisbury & Wiltshire
Shuttle bus
We will be organising a shuttle to and from Wootton Bassett & Swindon on the Saturday, you will need to book your spot on the RSVP as we need to confirm numbers to book the right size vehicle 🚍.
We will be asking for a contribution towards the transport costs (£15ish return)
Staying here
On site
Stay with us for the whole weekend, be it in a tent, van, hammock or hanging upside down from a tree like a vampire 🧛🏻
Space is limited so please book your spot via the RSVP. We also ask that those living the tent life, please bring your smaller tent ⛺️
Off site
There aren't any hotels within walking distance, but we will be asking the shuttle to make stops along the way and we will also help organise taxi pools between guests of the same establishment 🏨
Our Love Story
Teri's version
There I am, minding my own business at Fieldview Festival, it's the last Fieldview that we know of and I'm there to enjoy the weekend with my besties.
But then Christopher William Hale rocks up, shirtless with these bright blue shorts and my plan falls to pieces...
I strike up a conversation, he keeps his sunglasses on, tells me all about his "passion" for salsa dancing and how much he hates riding a bike. It's clearly off to a great start 😶
Despite our clear mismatch in personalities, hobbies and living locations, I was still pretty into him. So I do the only thing any normal person would do to woo a man - I invite him back to my van for some knock off chocolate bars from Aldi.
He accepts. From that moment on, I knew this was a person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with
Chris's version
A proverbial fork in the road. A choice of two festivals. Rave in a Belgian forest with colleagues or attend the greatest little festival on earth with the reprobates I call friends. Fortunately, fate had me choose the latter.
Well prepared… beers, shorts, flipflops, and sunnies, the archetypal self-indulgent yuppie, I set out to enjoy the Fieldview experience for potentially the last time, whilst inevitably ruining several others in my wake.
As the first day drew to a close, I caught the attention of a rather vivacious women (she’ll shoot me if I say girl). Naturally, I made up no end of tripe in an attempt to impress and woo, much of which she has now evidenced was a pack of lies, the worst of which being my passion for salsa dancing!
Thinking I was almost certainly striking out at this point, she offered me an olive branch, and the rest is history as they say. Refuge in a campervan and some knock-off sweets. She must have thought I was a complete neanderthal. A proposition of shelter and food.
Already smitten, I zealously accepted, and what ensued was a magical night with the love of my life, and some rather questionable chocolates