Bearded Theory 2025: A Proper Wheelchair Festival Review (Spoiler: It Was Bloody Brilliant)
Bloody hell, it's taken me two whole months to recover enough brain fog to tell you about the absolute magic that was Bearded Theory back in May! In the meantime, I've only gone and added ME/CFS to my ever-growing illness bingo card - because why not collect the whole set, eh? π Christ, at this rate I'll need a bigger bingo card.
For those new to my chronic illness bingo card: FND means my brain occasionally forgets how to brain properly - hello brain fog and muscle weakness; goodbye coordination, balance and walking. Mix that with fibromyalgia pain and now ME/CFS fatigue, and you've got yourself a right party! But hang on, I'm getting ahead of myself - more on how we managed all that chaos at a festival......
And, I have a proper new chair situation to fill you in on before Beautiful Days Festival - but that's another story entirely, and I'm bloody hopeless at staying on track, so let's crack on with Bearded Theory first, shall we?
πͺ The Festival Lowdown
Bearded Theory is, in one word, 'Magical' - though actually that's underselling it a bit because I need about fifty words to do it justice, but you get the gist. It's super inclusive, friendly, and one of our favourite festivals in the calendar. Not only is it our festival-season opener, but it's also 20 minutes from home, which is ideal in case of dodgy weather or if I have a spectacular FND wobble (fortunately, neither needed this time).
There are 7 stages, my favourite being the Woodland stage, plus separate children's and holistic zones. The 'Earth area' comes complete with sauna, plunge pool, and yoga classes - basically everything my broken body needs but can't bloody well do anymore. Well, actually, I probably could use the sauna, but getting in and out would be a right faff... anyway, where was I? Oh yeah - for thrill seekers, there are dodgems and spinning fairground rides going throughout the day and way into the night.
I bloody love it.
π° Pre-Festival Panic Mode
Look, I'm not gonna lie - I was (we both were, tbh) really worried about my first proper festival in a wheelchair (the Rueba Rascal we got from Grace Cares). Would I cope? Would people be weird? Would I actually enjoy myself or just spend the weekend feeling like a right tit? What if I had a seizure in the crowd? What if my chair got stuck in the mud? What if, what if, what if...
But we needn't have worried. Thanks to Thom[1], we got a brilliant camping spot in the accessible camping area.
βΏ Accessibility: The Real Talk
The accessible camping area is properly sorted - mixed camper-van and tented camping in a flat, level field right next to one of the arena entrances. Just a 3 - 4 minute walk/roll/trundle from the Woodland Stage or Main Stage.
We were in a tent, but it meant we could keep our car parked next to it. No dragging camping gear across three fields like a pack mule, which, with my fatigue, would've been impossible (although I did help a friend bring her cart in, towing it with my chair). All the spots had electric hook-up too, so we could charge my chair.

The electric wasn't just good for charging my chair, though - my FND means I get stupidly cold even in mild weather (thanks, dodgy autonomic nervous system, you absolute bastard), so my heated blanket was life-saving. Plus, we could charge my phone for the accessibility apps and keep Paul's power bank topped up for emergencies. Because let's be honest, when you're dealing with unpredictable health shit, you need backup plans for your backup plans.
The whole arena is on a fairly level site, so if you can deal with grass using your mobility aid or wheelchair, then you'll be able to get to all the stages. In wet years, it can get really muddy (we went in 2024 when large parts of the arena were 2" - 3" deep in mud), so this could be a problem for some, and we thought it would be for us. We were anxiously checking the weather forecast for Bearded Theory weekend for a full month ahead. Thankfully, it was dry for the weeks ahead, so the ground was nice and hard, and only drizzled occasionally over the 5 days of the festival.
The main stage has a decent accessible platform that's not too far from the action. It gets proper busy for the headline acts though, so you'll want to get there early to bag your spot - and I mean early, not "oh we'll just rock up whenever" early.
But here's the thing, right - when it comes to seeing the bands I love, I don't want to be stuck on the platform. There's nowt wrong with it, don't get me wrong, it's perfectly fine and all that. It's just that, for Paul and me, the front barrier is where the magic happens. It's boisterous as hell, sometimes a bit mental, but it's (usually) proper friendly.
So there I was, wheelchair and all, with my festival mates around me creating a little protective bubble, and Paul behind me like some sort of human shield protecting me from the worst of the mosh pit madness. And you know what? We made it to the barrier for every single band we really wanted to see up close. The crowd at Bearded Theory is honestly one of the friendliest I've ever experienced - everyone was brilliant about making space for a woman in a wheelchair who just wanted to rock out at the front. Even when I had to make my way out to the loo and back through the crowd - which, let's be honest, is always a bit of an adventure in itself.
I had the best of times, even better than I could have imagined.
π΅ The Musical Magic
This year, the festival opened on the Wednesday with limited tickets, to ease traffic by having people arrive across 3 days. One of our favourite bands, Independent Country, was playing, so we were going early, of course.

They were quite simply superb as usual. My festival favourites were Dreadzone, with a very healthy-looking Spee - absolutely blew me away.
The line-up that had us spoilt for choice:
- Headliners: Iggy Pop (who we skipped to watch Ash), Manic Street Preachers, The Sisters of Mercy
- Absolute legends: Yard Act, Leftfield, Nova Twins, Ash, Fat Dog, The Sugarhill Gang, Utah Saints, The Lottery Winners, Public Service Broadcasting
- Personal favourites: Ned's Atomic Dustbin, Bentley Rhythm Ace-[2],, The Lovely Eggs, Asian Dub Foundation, Throwing Muses
- And so many more: The Selecter, Shonen Knife, Beans on Toast, 3 Daft Monkeys, The Bar-Steward Sons of Val Doonican, K-Klass, Altern-8
We were absolutely spoilt for choice and had to properly strategize our spoon-counting - that's chronic illness speak for energy management, for anyone new to this game - so I didn't crash and burn too quickly. Our master plan? Lie in until midday (because mornings are the devil when you have FND), get ready slowly without rushing about like headless chickens, and take strategic early-evening naps.
Sensible, right? Proper grown-up festival planning?
Then we completely blew it all by being absolute divvies in the dance tent until 1am, bouncing about like teenagers. Worth every bloody spoon though!
The Reality of the Aftermath - AKA The Proper Crash:
Right, let's get real about this bit, because nobody warns you properly about post-festival crashes when you've got chronic illness. The post-festival comedown with FND/ME is absolutely no joke, bab. While everyone else nurses their two-day hangovers and moans about being a bit tired, I had two full bloody months of increased fatigue that felt like walking through treacle, brain fog so thick I couldn't remember my own name half the time, shakiness and weakness that made me feel like a newborn giraffe, and pain levels that had me questioning every life choice I'd ever made.
But here's the thing - and I cannot stress this enough - it was still worth every single miserable day of recovery. Every. Single. One.
π‘ Hard-Won Wisdom
- An electric hook-up for chair charging is essential
- Festival mates don't give a shit if you're on wheels - they just want you there having a laugh
- The view from a wheelchair at the barrier is actually pretty decent
- Pacing yourself is crucial, but so is not missing the magic
- Your regular routine goes out the window - plan for symptom flares
- Schedule 'crash days/weeks/months' after festivals - seriously, book time off work if you can
Today's gratitude: For bestival friends who make space for wheels, for festivals that welcome everyone, and for the reminder that chronic illness doesn't have to mean the end of live music and muddy adventures.
Beautiful Days, here we come - now with added wheelchair expertise!
Sha x
P.S. - I promise I'll tell you about the new chair situation soon.
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[1]The Thom story - A while back, Thom from The Lottery Winners was raising money to fund their European tour by selling personalised songs he'd write. We paid some dosh, partly to buy the song but also to fund the tour. Then we were really crap at providing the details he needed to write it (chronic illness and neurospicy issues), and by the time we did, TLW were heavily into the launch of their album.
Early this year, Thom realised he'd not done the song and offered to get us guest-list tickets for Bearded Theory. Proper nice-guy stuff. π















