Gravers – midlife rockers with one foot in the rave

as a mini-break in Rome with fluffy towels and breakfast in bed. Here are the other midlife festival tribes you’ll spot this summer: Sporting a vintage tee with biker boots or wellies, MF is so desperate to get out her inner rock chick, she has forgotten that even Kate Moss has moved on from denim hotpants. And she should rethink the artfully mussed hair and messy fringe, too: less Jane Birkin in St Tropez, more Nora Batty down the local high street. More than likely to be found in the trance tent than queuing for the burgers and warm beer, she is the one with the heart-shaped fluorescent sunglasses, waving her arms around, and partying like it’s 1999. The chances are, she has also hooked up with a single dad from her son’s school, which is why she is now floating around the festival like a true Summer of Love hippie. Discernible by her posh hoodie (always cashmere), Jackie O sunglasses and the failure to grasp what is meant by al-fresco sleeping and outdoorsy fun. She doesn’t do trudging through miles of brown sludge, ditto waterlogged tents and a constant feeling of exhaustion and discomfort. Just the sight, never mind the stench, of the nearby toilets proves too much. She will soon defect to the teepee village, with their own bathrooms, comfy beds and floral shower gel. So