Time flies. One minute we were preparing for our visit to Glastonbury and then in the blink of an eye - it's over.
We had wonderful time together as a family and although we didn't really scratch the surface of the festival - it's so huge, we saw the acts we wanted to see and sampled the fab atmosphere. Highlights for me were Lionel Richie (the biggest party I've ever been to), Pharrell, Gregory Porter and The Who. We listened to Rob Heron & The Tea Pad Orchestra on Thursday evening and they were amazing. That's one of the great things about Glastonbury - you see the big acts that you have been anticipating for weeks, but then happen across a band that you've never heard of who turn out be awesome.
Around 150,00 people all living together for a few days in the Somerset countryside - that's a bigger population than Reading or Oxford - all co-existing on a 900 acre site. The general feeling of goodwill and friendliness is everywhere. If someone bumps into you, there is an apology. In the queues, there is never any pushing. Children enjoy the spectacle and it is a place to unwind and feel free. It's a little bit of a bubble and you are distanced from the everyday.
The Guardian had a tent there and we picked up a paper Saturday morning to browse through while waiting for acts. It was a sunny morning and we were laid on a blanket awaiting our music fix when I pulled out the paper to see the shocking front page showing the terrorist attack in Tunisia. There we were surrounded by what felt like humanity at its best, reading just how low mankind could sink.
Glastonbury rocks and long live the free spirit that lives there.
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