It’s true when they say that Festival Number 6 is simply like no other.

When arriving into the leafy Welsh countryside, all oxygen filling your lungs immediately feels refreshing. There is a tingling in the air; an anticipation of the weekend to come.

As a regular festival go-er, the venues I frequent are usually more of hectic vibe; a blur of young adults running around half naked, and madly dancing in sweaty arenas until breakfast time. But this one? This was different.

Heading to the campsite, I already started to notice that the crowd was diverse. Yes, you had your hedonistic millennials dressed head to toe in leopard print and sparkles; but alongside them were young families, and an older crowd, all ready for a weekend of music and exploration. In one way or another.

The beauty of this festival can’t really be put into words. Set in a small but vibrant, colourful village on the coast of Portmeirion; No6 isn’t ~just~ about throwing yourself about in a sweaty dance tent. There were miles of exploring to be had, along the coastal line and up through the forests. I have never soaked up such picturesque surroundings at a festival before; and the views I took in gave me a fresh load of love for this country. We got lost in winding woods and secret trails; discovering hidden raves deep in the woodland. There isn’t another word for it, it was simply magical.

I think for me, being born and bred in London, No.6 was like a enchanting escape from reality. The atmosphere was an extraordinary mix between peaceful and electric; from a walk along the silent sands to an emphatic DJ set in the woods, there was beauty and enjoyment for everyone. The weekend felt less like a muddy festival (even though, sure, there was mud coming out of our ears) and more like a holiday by the sea. The warm cans of cider in my bag were long forgotten, and replaced by quirky champagne bars and cocktail vans. It was a strange, but overtly classy experience I didn’t expect to enjoy as much as I did.

The Village Green was an unforgettable place. Delicious food stands and pretty bars drenched in flowers and fairy lights. We were spoiled for choice and I’ve never tried so many cuisines at a festival - this weekend was without doubt more than just music, it was an eclectic collection of sensory experiences. Instead of running from headline band, to DJ set, to dance tent, we slowly wandered around the village, taking in anything we stumbled upon and feeling a sense of serenity wash over us.

Friday, also known as the only day of the weekend during which the rain ceased for a good six minutes or so, gave way to a performance by headliners Friendly Fires, warming the cockles of our dampened spirits. There was plenty of hip-shaking, unsynchronised arm waving and incorrect lyric screeching on my part, and from the artists themselves.

On Saturday paid a visit to the Italianate central piazza, where we listened to the slightly odd theory that human beings are not too dissimilar to cucumbers, as told by stand up comedian Rob Aldridge. That was a weird, but oddly enlightening half hour of my life. Probably not as haunting as the act that followed; three women in almost-naked fat suits, dancing around the stage spraying each other with water hoses. Fun for all the family.

But I guess that is Festival No.6 for you. We were having a boogie round a dancing tree one minute, uttering silent condolences at a dog graveyard the next. We found ourselves sipping £12 cups of wine in wooden hot tubs overlooking the sea; learning how to play the ukulele and listening to an elderly Welsh choir in the pouring rain hours later.

Speaking of which yes, it rained, and no, it did not stop. Not even once. You know how they say water can only go skin deep? We certainly challenged whoever ‘they’ are this weekend, as we were positively ~soaked~ from start to finish. It was a soggy but spellbinding goodbye to the Festival No.6 we know and love. As, with a certain tang of mystery, we were told that the festival would not be returning to this location (or at all). No.6, you were wet, you were weird, but most of all, you were the quirkiest festival I have ever attended. Quality.