On my slow pilgrimage towards Hugh the rain suddenly stopped and some piercing rays of sun cut through the dark grey clouds and shone down on me and my fellow festivites. I'm not sure if it was this sudden change in weather or a resignation that I was going to be here for the next two days so might as well make the most of it, or if perhaps, that the Glastonbury magic had started to rub off on me, but my head and my spirits began to rise.
It was with a bit more purpose that I navigated my way to the Acoustic stage which as it turns out is right next to the Kidz Field, as I past I glanced in and saw what looked like a child's wonderland, I was amazed at how many people had bought children from small babies upwards, and I thought I had been brave coming with the adolescent youths!
I wouldn't say that I had a skip in my step, it would be more accurate to say I was limping, although I had made a full recovery from spinal surgery undertaken 2 year previously following 2 slipped discs, which had left me virtually unable to walk, the 6 hour drive the night before and the relentless mud march had taken there toil. My heart and spirits however were lightening in symbiosis with the increasing sunshine.
On reaching my destination I found a quiet spot to park myself inside the tent to rest my legs and wait for Mr Cornwall to start his set. What a relief, as I sat and observed the comings and goings of those around me it occurred to me that in the few hours that I had been here, despite seeing many drinking all sorts of concoctions of various strengths and who knows what else, I had not witnesses even so much as a raised voice, an impatient shove or even a cross word from a stressed parent or beastly ear piercing screech from a young mouth as often endured on weekly trips to the supermarket.
I concluded that even though it was now Friday afternoon and the first revellers had arrived on Wednesday to set up their camps and the party had been kicked off by Annie Nightingale at an opening party at the Pussy Parlure on Thursday, that I was witnessing the calm before the storm and I was sure that by this evening my worst fears of mass drunken brawls at every turn would be realised.
Even so, right now I enjoyed the peace and began to feel relaxed and to forget about all the work I had left behind and how I was going cope with the drive home and if I remembered to cancel the milk and was Nelson ( my well named dog with the dodgy elbows) ok at home with Mandy who had kindly agreed to dog sit him and of course had the boys been kidnapped and subject to psychedelic or psychotic drug experiments.....
Hugh hit the stage and with a rather impressive large breasted women on guitar started to grind out his songs with his gravelly voice, as my friend had said she thought he was quite a hotty I snapped a couple of photos for her in her absence. I was I have to admit enjoying myself only problem now was I had insisted the boys come to meet me back at Brothers Bar at 4pm to test out their ability to turn up when they were supposed to....problem was now that I didn't want to go back to Jazz World I was having far to good a time here.. I rang the boys but failed to reach them so had to drag myself away..
When we met they too were feeling a bit of festival fatigue and we all agreed a siesta was the way to go.. as we set off on our long march back to the yellow car park through the now gluppy sticky mud, they told me tales of stalls that sold anything from herbal, speed and XTC, (which you had to be 18 to purchase) to hammocks and hats and showed me there purchases of funky orange glasses and Arabic scarves...
As we past back through the sheep dip area to receive back the missing part of our tickets to ensure our re-entry later, I observed a couple arrive with three children all wearing colourful jester type hats and funky clothes, a couple of the High Viz army ever helpful had carried there tents for them and as they sent them on their merry way wished them well for there wedding at Glasto! good heavens I thought, no doubt there will be someone delivering a baby here to somewhere??
We finally reached the car, I had spent the last few hundred yards being propped up by my son as my legs began to go in to ache overdrive... we all peeled off our wellies and shoved them in the boot of the car and collapsed into the soft leather seats...off to recharge... back for Neil Young for me and Lady GaGa for them later.. we had made it and were now beginning to get the hang of this Glasto thing.
End of part 4..
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