I may have mentioned Kitty, Daisy and Lewis at Glastonbury once or twice. So, I thought it would only be right that I share some snaps with you. Sunday lunchtime; we warmed ourselves up with Fisherman’s Friends and then headed up to the Fields of Avalon. Hottest tent ever (paper plates make great fans). I [...]
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oh, is this the way they say the future’s meant to feel?
No prizes for guessing where I’ve been. I worked like a nutter in the week leading up to Glastonbury (my pay-packet handily landed smack bang in the middle of the farm). And then we went to Glastonbury. And then we came back on Monday. And then I’ve been recovering. And now I feel ready to [...]
please clap your hands and stamp your feet
Our Glastonbury tickets have just arrived. On a Sunday! It’s a very peculiar process, but exciting nonetheless. This time in ten days we’ll be cooped up on a coach, sitting in dreaded motorway traffic somewhere or other, itching to set our feet on the farm of our dreams and get an eight-point-three-per-cent strawberry cider in [...]
son of a gun, we’ll have good fun on the bayou
Sitting on the grass in a little-known field in Somerset, I came across a newspaper with a Glastonbury related article in it. I ripped it out, screwed it up (apparently I was in no fit state to fold) and stuffed it into my bag to read at a later date (at a time when reading [...]
there’s soda pop and the dancing’s free
For someone who had so much to say about Glastonbury over the past year, I can’t say I’m doing a very good job of organising my thoughts about it now it’s been and gone for another year. It was my fourth festival and I’ve still come away with a feeling of having missed so much, [...]
dark and dusty painted on the sky
Hello. Just incase any of you were worried, I have indeed made it home from Somerset. However, I cannot say the same for my head and heart. They are suffering from a full blown case of Glastonbury jet-lag. Reality gets more difficult each year. I have spent the last few days trying to get my [...]
two little boys had two little toys
So, it looks like it’s set to be a scorcher for the weekend of the year. Who said there wasn’t some Glastonbury lovin’ Lord sittin’ up there in the sky, sunkissing all us Worthy Farm heads? Not me, that’s for sure. I’m very pleased about the (proposed) forecast, although I’m sure my ankles will have [...]
listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Afternoon off work. Productivity levels = stagnant. Mostly worrying about things I still need to buy for that festival thingy at the end of June (I might’ve mentioned it before?). Things like a watch, some sort of cheap phone, loads’a’booze, disposable cameras, something to sleep on and so on. There’s other important things to worry [...]
that sugar coated iceberg tastes so sweet
Curious, isn’t it, how the sunshine can change your day? It’s the little things, like the fact that walking from shop to shop isn’t so daunting. I really hope the weather keeps itself up; cider in Somerset tastes much better when served with a dash of sunshine. Here’s hoping. My thoughts at the moment are [...]
perhaps someone you know could sparkle and shine
It’s not often that I worry about an item of clothing being too big. But alas, this is the turmoil I currently find myself in. I have stepped in to the hazardous territory of denim shorts, somewhere I have never been before as the whole notion is a trauma for me (my legs are not [...]
