Tim and I in our garden before heading down south for Glasto. Excited and also a little wary of a dodgy weather forecast...
Tim and I after our Glastonbury experience. In the car park just before heading back to my sister's house. Not looking too bad all things considered.
My pile of food we took with us. I was pretty keen not to spend wads of cash while we were there, we did buy some food there and there was an incredible choice of great stuff but it would've been easy to spend about £50 a day just on food etc. So our big pile did go down somewhat, which was good.
Tim (and my sister Ali on the left behind) in the grim 'concentration camp-style' queue. we trudged in this for 4 hours on wednesday morning starting at 6am. It wasn't the best way to spend time and I seriously wondered whether it was all worth it but suffice to say, it all was.
Ali and Phoebe (my niece) in front of their Bell tent, with our fantastic view of The Pyramid Stage and Glastonbury Tor behind. This was the first day and it was hot, hot, hot. We were very pleased with our spot and spent many enjoyable times quaffing wine and watching whoever was on stage at the time. There were three big screens which we could see clearly and the sound was great.
Our little encampment, with from left, Ali my sister, Phoebe my niece, Oli my nephew and Me.
Some of the crazy sculptural 'stuff' around the site. This lot came alive at night with fire and noise!
Sampling some of the comedy, I wish I could've seen more but you just can't do everything.
Ali had the genius idea of buying some face paint and plastered me in an awesome 'Aladdin Sane' style Bowie flash.
We had food with the gentle singing Krishnas a few times. It was free, although we did donate and it was wholesome filling fare; which when the rain and cold was about really fitted the bill. These were the vast pots they used to cook their 3000 meals a day in.
One of the lovely sights to see at Glasto...
Having a lie down in the Greenfields after all the walking.
Myself, Ali and Oli waiting for Phoebe to buy a Crepe, from one of the many food stalls.
Awesome chairs for a bit of a lie down in, in the Healing area.
Up in the teepee field there was a whole other vibe going on which we only only discovered on the last day, I could've done with a bit of fireside drumming but we were on our way to The Park stage.
Yes, it's true. There was a lot of mud at Glastonbury. But to be honest as long as you had wellies, it wasn't too bad. Just inconvenient and a bit messy, especially if you fell over in it. Luckily I didn't but I did see a few unfortunate folk take a tumble--yuk!
There was quite a bit of 'dark' stuff about, especially in the Unfairground and Shangri La.
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Me trying to summon up some artistry to redo Ali's face that the day before she had somehow brilliantly applied to herself. I think she did a way better job than I did but she definitely got the artistic genes.
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At least we had some nice weather for it.
My updated flash, modified with some purple hair dye. Hope I wasn't poisoned. We were gearing up for Jack White.
We set off to see Robert Plant first and the heavens opened. I was in full on water proof gear and there were umbrellas everywhere. He played a great set with a good band. Which was a relief as we were only really there so we could get to the front for Jack White but it was definitely a surprise highlight.
As Mr.Plant progressed, the sun came out again and were inching ever closer to the stage for Jack White.
And here is Jack White. By the time he came on at about 7.30pm on Saturday we were practically on the front barrier. Only a 10 yr old boy was in front. So our view was amazing and Jack White was in raucous form. Enigmatic and quite possibly drunk as he was quaffing champers, but awesomely watchable. Very cool to have seen him.
And then the 10 yr old boy left and we found ourselves on the front barrier for Metallica--who'd have thought it. Not my cup of tea at all but what a gig. They really were awesome and it was incredible to be at the front. They were real pros and James Hetfield was a master of the stage and has real charisma, which made the whole thing very watchable.
Unfortunately, about six songs in Ali, was being crushed on the front barrier and was practically going unconscious. I saw her eyes going, she started to slump and I knew she was heading downwards. So I whistled the security and she was pulled out and I followed. We were both pretty gutted to leave but she recovered ok in the medical tent and we were going to head off to Bryan Ferry but ended up watching the end of the show, as it was just so good.
The amazing Arcadia. It's a kind of mechanical horror show DJ booth with loads of fire. You could hear and see the fire balls all round the site, quite a spectacle.
WARNING!!! Do not look at this picture if you have a queasy disposition. Tim thought he had to have a moment of the legendary Glasto toilets. To be honest, they weren't too bad and there were lots to choose from and were relatively clean most of the time.
Ali and Phoebe decided to have tarot readings up in the healing area, I don't know anything about it but it sounded quite intriguing.
Two pink ladies!
It wouldn't be Glastonbury without a bit of mud...or a lot of mud. As long as you had wellies, it wasn't too bad. Poor Tim didn't (we brought the wrong size) and he waded around in his trainers, nice!
My view in a ribboned canopy.
My absolutely favourite 'animal' at Glasto. This bear reminded me of our Buis and was highlighting the plight of the Arctic in the Greenpeace field.
Me trying unsuccessfully to get to grips with tight rope walking, I don't think it's my calling!
More mellowness in the Healing field, a good place to relax and get away from the hustle and bustle.
It's amazing what you can do with a bunch of flowers.
A bit of contemporary dance anyone?
Mad hoopla lady doing her thing in the Cabaret field.
Everyday, all the rubbish was picked up and the c--p from the night before magically disappeared. An immense amount of work went into keeping Glasto clean and tidy. I find it pretty shameful how much rubbish people throw on the floor.
This was our last morning on Monday. As we were packing up, all around us people were leaving site yet leaving most of their camping gear behind. It was abhorrent to me and I just don't understand how people can think it's acceptable to just jettison perfectly good 'stuff'. I hadn't realised that there was actually a girl still asleep in this pile!
Oli dragging the cart back to the van, with Phoebe pushing up the rear.
Finally back to at van, with Oli, Pheebz and Ali being squashed.
We had some lovely sunsets and cloud formations. One of the advantages of a stormy evening I suppose.
This was our little group having just arrived in the Glasto car park at 6am and in the pedestrian queue. Little did we know it was going to take another four hours before we got onto site.
And here we all are after our five and half days at Glastonbury. It was a fantastic experience, even the mud.
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Feeling a bit gloomy on the journey home but at least the sun was still shining.
Finishing with an ape of a sculpture which dominated the skyline in front of The Blues Area. Cheerio Glasto, until next year...