Oddly, the Wednesday. When I think about the excitement of Glastonbury, I think back to the excitement of that moment you've set up your tent in the sun and collapse back into your camping chair for that first swig of cider with the whole weekend ahead of you.
I also love it because of the all the exploring and feel-good moments when you come across your old favourite places. And there's always one person whose first time it is. I love taking them up to the Glastonbury sign (the rule being they're not allowed to turn around until they get to the top of the hill)> Then, when they turn around, the look of awe on their face as they try and drink it all in.
And all the wacky and random performers you get on the Wednesday. Some truly special moments happen that day.