Womadelaide. Love it.

I was so excited to take my kids this year. Belle went when she was little, she still loves seeing live music, and Ashton loves to jiggle and scream - but then along came 38 degrees. Hot. Sticky. Tired.

It was in the park. Slightly more refreshing. And it was overcast at times. Ashton couldn't help but heat things up in his mouth too, eating most of his dads curry. And then sticking his tongue out trying to cool down. Belle was satisfied with her frozen lemon yoghurt. Much better choice perhaps.

The kids area is great - free amusements, craft, things to see and do. Belle even had her face painted for the first time. Ever. The look of excitement and unknown on her face when she ran over to show everyone is something a won't forget in a hurry.

I won't forget the ciders, the organic donuts that everyone raved about (but I missed out on), the fantastic music, the loose and varied crowd, and the dirt on my feet from salsa hip shaking fun in front of stage two. How fun. Neither will I forget the cost to get in for the day - $330 plus for two of us. Thank goodness the kids were free.

And another impressive note. The amount of bikes that were ridden. Go greens. The only other time I have seen this many bikes in one place is Amsterdam. Jealous I couldn't ride. Not twenty five kilometres in 38 degree heat with two little children, one big lunch bag, one nappy bag, four drink bottles, a pusher and umbrellas. Maybe one day.

Was it worth it? Yes. Would I go again. In a shimmy shake. But next time, maybe for a few days. So much to see, so much to feel, so much to hear.