After a frantic stomach churning race for tickets back in October,
myself Natalie and Rach got the long awaited privilege to attend the legacy
that is Glastonbury festival. I’d read the entire do’s and don’ts, done the line-up
planning and homework, yet after 5 days of tent life I genuinely only feel like
I’ve experienced about 10 percent of what is Glastonbury. I had a wicked time,
watched some sick bands and consumed copious festival food. A month later I
will try to do this blog post justice!
We set off bleary eyed and stomachs full from Hayley’s homemade
spag bol at a cheery 5:30 am, having loaded my tardis Micra with a ridiculous amount
of stuff. Then came many of the pitfalls of being a Glastonbury noob. We got
lost, so lost, on the way to finding the carpark, which then left us queuing
with everybody else trying to get in at opening time at 8:00. THEN some steward
bitch pointed us in the direction of gate A (because the queue was shorter than
gate D) which was like half an hours walk North of where we wanted to camp. I
had been told that the first hour of Glastonbury is hell, lugging all your shit
into the unknown, when you’re just desperate to sit down and have that first
beer. That is in a nutshell correct lol. At one point I gaffa taped my hand to
stop it rubbing on the handle of my granny shopper trolley (used to transport
booze, borrowed from Nanny). This actually proved to be a surprisingly successful
method until our other sack barrow broke so we committed to camping in that
spot. On which we were horrified to realise we’d only travelled about 1 cm on
the map! HOW BIG IS THIS PLACE????
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| Rach snuggled up cosy in Jezza 2.0 |
Once the arrival of doom was over, and we were nicely
settled in our camp (specifically less than 100 meters away from some sawdust
loos – a dream!), we got our Glastonbury onnnnnn. There’s so many things to do
that aren’t the music, so on the first few days – Wednesday to Friday, we took
the opportunity to explore. The letters on the hill are great, silent disco,
and fireworks from Kat and Pav’s set up. One of my favourite areas was the
Greanpeace area, which had a large boat slide, which you had to dress up as a
fish to go down, and had live music sets playing. We also trekked it to unfair
ground and ShangriLa which were pretty awesome. Our camp was a short walk from an area called
silver hayes, which had loads of cool structures and sets.
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| Arcadia - a giant spider with fire and a DJ (as you do) |
Glasto has a splendid ‘bring your own booze’ policy. So we
pretty much packed our ‘spirit rucksack’ with a bag of wine for the day and
some spirits for later. You don’t want to have to go back to your tent if you
can avoid it! I hit the drink a bit too hard on the first night, after chilling
out with Kat and friends in West Holts , bar crawling the circus
area and losing them at the silent disco. I ended up losing the tent watching
the sunrise on Glastonbury Hill. And…… then proceeding to not be able to
function the next day.
We saw a secret set from Bastille, but my other favourite
acts include (and in this order); Lionel, Pharell, Hozier, Kanye, Charli XCX,
Chemical Bros and Mark Ronson.
THE. FOOD. Our days literally revolved about what we were
going to eat that day and when. My highlights were a chorizo and halloumi
burrito (devine) and a gorgeous creamy mushroom pasta. There is everything and
anything you could ever think of. It’s perfectly acceptable to have paella for
breakfast y’know.
Oh and the weather was sick. I am so keen for next year. Bring on Glasto 2016!
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| Enjoying George Ezra from the top of the hill |
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| Horrific journey home |
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| Rach loving life with Lionel |
We set off bleary eyed and stomachs full from Hayley’s homemade
spag bol at a cheery 5:30 am, having loaded my tardis Micra with a ridiculous amount
of stuff. Then came many of the pitfalls of being a Glastonbury noob. We got
lost, so lost, on the way to finding the carpark, which then left us queuing
with everybody else trying to get in at opening time at 8:00. THEN some steward
bitch pointed us in the direction of gate A (because the queue was shorter than
gate D) which was like half an hours walk North of where we wanted to camp. I
had been told that the first hour of Glastonbury is hell, lugging all your shit
into the unknown, when you’re just desperate to sit down and have that first
beer. That is in a nutshell correct lol. At one point I gaffa taped my hand to
stop it rubbing on the handle of my granny shopper trolley (used to transport
booze, borrowed from Nanny). This actually proved to be a surprisingly successful
method until our other sack barrow broke so we committed to camping in that
spot. On which we were horrified to realise we’d only travelled about 1 cm on
the map! HOW BIG IS THIS PLACE????
