I went to my first glasto in 2008 with my best mate who lives miles away and a group of his friends I barely knew back then. Last minute decision as it had not sold out, I got my ticket 2 days before the festival.
I'd recently come out and was struggling with it, he'd known for a while, but I hadn't the nerve to tell the big group of "lads" we were camping with on my first night at a festival.
I went off for a wander and when I got back to camp, ended up going to bed knackered. I woke up in my tent in the middle of the night when everyone came back and they were all up chatting outside. The news had got out and I overheard lots of comments like "I wouldn't like if if my best mate came out to me" etc. I then listened to my friend stand up for me in the most brilliant fashion, completely unaware I could hear.
I spent the next day on my own wandering around the site, I just didn't know how to react to what I'd heard from others in the group, and my first full day at Glasto was spent speaking to strangers, finding new places, and chilling in hammocks. It helped me gather my thoughts and is one of my favourite days in all 11 Glastos I've been to. Just me, my thoughts, a big festival, and no plan. In the evening I met back up with everyone, and decided to just have the discussion before the music started on the Friday. It cleared the air, we all ended up having a great festival, I've been back with that same group every year now and for the last 5 with my boyfriend in tow.
I was best man to that best friend when he got married 8 years later and am the godfather to his two boys. He's long since stopped going, but I have promised to take the boys one day.
There is magic and healing in that place.