The main reason I went overseas in the first place was to attend the Glastonbury Festival. By that, I mean that I purchased my festival ticket first and then thought ‘well, it looks like I’m heading overseas, I guess I better book some flights’. There are really no words to effectively describe this event. It is just massive. For those who have experienced Splendour in the Grass at home, Glastonbury is Splendour on steroids. Lots of steroids. We camped from the Wednesday and had two days to just take in the enormity of the festival, before the music had even started. There is so much to see and do, you could easily spend five days just exploring the grounds and not seeing any music at all. We were still discovering new parts of the festival on the last day!
One of the most eventful things that happened to me was on the first night when I lost my bag – or it got stolen, we still haven’t figured that one out – with my money, camera, and phone in it. It’s possibly the worst thing that could have happened. And we had no idea how it happened either. My bag was definitely in my tent as I went to sleep that night (there were eye witnesses). After turning the tent inside out on Thursday morning, we asked the campsite marshals for assistance and they informed us that there had been a thief in our area that night. The thought that it had been stolen was sickening, especially if the theft occurred while I was sleeping in my own tent. I spent the morning filing police reports (if only for insurance purposes), cancelling my cards, and visiting lost property. And the most amazing thing happened when I visited lost property – I got my bag back. My money wasn’t in there – and I wasn’t expecting it to be – but I was glad to have the rest back at least. As we were leaving, however, the dude at lost property came running after us and said that they did in fact have my money. It had just been removed and stored in a safe. Cue jaws dropping. I had over £100 in there. So it wasn’t technically a theft as nothing was stolen, but somehow my bag had been removed from my tent and ended up on the other side of the festival. And then handed into lost property. A Glastonbury miracle? I think so.
Anyway, now that I have that crazy anecdote out of the way, I’ll get back to the actual festival. Highlights from the festival included Beyonce’s headlining performance, Radiohead and Pulp as surprise guests, finally getting to meet Jaharn in person (blogger meet at Glasto – doing it in style!), and exploring the Green Fields. I’m sure there are plenty more memorable moments but the whole event was one giant blur of good times. And mud. Don’t even get me started on the mud. By the end of the festival I was wrecked, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way. It’s definitely something that I’m glad to have experienced. These are only a few snapshots from the festival, but you can see more photos on my Flickr page.