Tonight it's really hit me that I'm not gonna be there.
I'm sure it's dramatic etc., but I've been there every year apart from 2013 since 2010, and Glasto has become my break from reality. I'm not going to be able to sit on the hill, and look around and be happy that everyone around me is happy. Be somewhere where everyone is just comfortable. Maybe I'm just idealising, but whenever I'm there I'm just happier, and I'm not going to be there this year, and that's sh*t. I don't want solutions or anything either, I just want to be there.
It's like there's a party in my house and I'm not invited.
For those that are going, I'm sure you will anyway, but savour every moment. I'll see you one day in the future on the Farm x
Big love