Bye bye Europe

My first visit was to northern France on a posh camping trip with my parents. We drove down, got the ferry across (to St.Malo I think), and then head to southern Brittany to a pre-erected tent with beds, a fridge, cooking equipment, table and chairs. It was warm, but a different kind of heat than

My Glastonbury FOMOing

I hadn't really thought on it but as last weekend approached, and I chatted to people I knew who were going, I realised how much FOMO I was feeling with not going to Glastonbury this year. Add in three of my favourite bands playing (one of which was a surprise addition) and the FOMO was

#Glasto2016

Mud. Lots and lots of mud. Thick, gloopy, sticky, and slippy all at once, my legs feel very toned after a few days of dealing with it, but hey, what's a little mud amongst friends? Glastonbury, for me, is a strange place full of experiences weird and wonderful, of random conversations with friendly strangers, of

Back from Somerset

It's always a bit odd, returning home after spending 5 days trudging round fields, drinking cider and enjoying various forms of entertainment, the post festival blues are real. My third time at Glastonbury and it continues to delight, amaze, annoy and bewilder all at the same time. I come away with real thoughts of changing

Glastonbury 2013

It's a different world. A different reality where hours and days merge, and you spend most of your time in a state of heightened attention as you try to absorb everything that is going on. It was our second Glastonbury, the first rushing past in a blur of bands and mud. Last time around we spent

Glasto – Sunday

We decided on a later start on Sunday, largely because we were knackered and not that fussed about seeing any of the bands on earlier. In hindsight this was a good move as it means we weren't out in the blazing hot sun all day, but even then we had to seek out the shade

Glasto – Saturday

Saturday and we awoke, grabbed a roll and sausage and some much needed caffeine and looked at the sky. Grey clouds everywhere. We decided to hang around the tent until later and, thankfully, the cloud started to break up and patches of blue started to appear. Off we scuttled again. Now, I know a lot

Glasto – Friday

Friday sees the start of the music festival proper. We had a rough idea of who we'd like to see but were happy to change our plans and so it was that we ended up catching part of Beardyman's set at Dance East, before trudging halfway across the campsite to grab lunch at West Holts

Glastonbury

I've finally been to Glastonbury. No more can I sit at home, on my comfy sofa, in a dry place with clean toilets, watching the highlights and think that I'd like to go there some day, that it must be an 'experience' and that I'm missing out on something. Been there, done it, got the