Seeing as festival season is now in full swing and some of us are clinging onto the distant memories of Glastonbury, I’ve got two last posts to share with you. Before you wash away all that adrenaline like you have the mud get pumped for the next ticket release in October and just keep scrolling.
Back to where we left off… During the night our tent experienced an almighty storm, the masses of people laid in their campsites, bundled in their tents quietly hoping they didn’t flood and end up washed down the fields.
The happy campers woke to muddy rivers, we decided to pull up a chair, feet floating in the muck and munch on some breakfast.
Probably the best people watching spot that ever graced my eyes. Kids splashed through with grins from ear to ear, as did the adults.
Wading through rivers of mud pretending you’re paddling through the Mediterranean Sea was the best way of coping with it.
There’s nothing quite like watching bands on stage, creating a buzz throughout the audience.
Hurts treated us to one epic set on The Other Stage, accompanied with the House Gospel Choir, that one of my friends was performing with.
Screamed and sang until our hearts content we then mooched around to the bar admiring those dressed in fancy dress costumes.
The mix of rain and sunshine graced us with a stunning rainbow that got the crowd gleaming.
One thing that makes Glastonbury so special is the fact people actually talk to each other. It really has a community feel with people going out of their way to be kind and helpful which reminds you of all the things you love about this country.
Glastonbury has a collective mix with young, old, those with disabilities and families all there with the same goals – to have a bloody great time.
This baby stole the show throwing her hands up in the air giggling away and attracting her own crowd of people ooohing and ahhhing over her.
We listened away to Tom Odell, bopped to The 1975 and embraced the sunset listening to Chvrches.
Finding mud splashed in all sorts of places.
The small things make you chuckle, like stacking your rubbish on an overflowing bin and trying not to let it topple over.
Blessed with a stunning sunset as bands threw out some hits to an energetic crowd we soaked up every moment of the sun dipping in.
Adele provided us with the world’s most tiring performance; it was at this moment I realized falling asleep standing up was possible. Fans loved her and brought in the biggest crowd I’ve ever seen hit the Pyramid Stage (each to their own.)
Skidded through mud praying not to face plant we headed out in search of an after party. Wearing sunglasses at night cos’ it’s Glastonbury and you can do what ya want.
Arcadia is a transformer type machine that has the ability to move, projects flashing blinding lights and screeches loudly before oozing fire out.
Crowds bop away to the dance vibes enjoying the warmth when Arcadia sprays fire.
Once our dancing feet retired, we dived into pizza.
Watching the intoxicated souls attempt to dance before hitting the sack for the night.
Photo credit: @glastofest