Adieu, my friends in the fields
It's nigh on impossible to describe Glastonbury Festival in any meaningful sense to a person who has never been there. The experience is just something you have to do yourself. There is a little bit of the undefinable about the place here that, even if you have been to other music festivals, makes a visit to Worthy Farm a special treat.
There are so many aspects to the event. Most people are drawn by the music, a reliably high quality selection who are not even announced when the tickets go on sale. Almost all are there to share the experience with their friends and family. Many look to Glastonbury to meet like-minded people and further worthy causes. Some go for something more spiritual, the festival site and local area being awash with ancient mystic symbolism. A few, lets be fair, are there for the drugs. The way all these aspects are woven together is what defines the festival. It was suggested to me, "There are 16 million ways to enjoy Glastonbury" and its true.
Best act? By a whisker, Coldplay - for sheer showmanship - marginally over the Killers who played their hearts out to an enthralled crowd. Naked body count? 3. Best Glastonbury 'moment'? Being hugged by a complete stranger just because she needed it, not to mention Primal Scream being thrown off stage, this morning's sunrise, a guy rugby tackling a detergentu bubble as it floated past, Coldplay covering Kylie, two blokes sitting merrily in deck chairs in a foot of water, and a charming girl at sunrise who was describing the spiritual power of the Stone Circle to me. Who were you?
I am now an expert on 24 different types of mud, 3 types of toilet, pear cider, how to dance with your feet stuck firm in mud, long distance walking and the precise times for sunset and sunrise.
Thank you, Michael and Emily, for another unmissable adventure in the fields...