My first night at Glastonbury was the Thursday in 2005. Yes, THAT Thursday 🤣🤣
my missus of the time had been to Glastonbury a few times, she loved it, but as we got together we knew it was something we wanted to do. We drove down on the Thursday, boiling hot, 30 degrees - carried all our stuff for miles, she got a major strop on and sat in the shade (By Bella’s bridge, I always sit there and smile now) while I found somewhere to pop the tent up in Oxlyers. We set up, walked round, I instantly fell in absolute 100% adoration of the place, and we watched The Goonies on a big screen that night where the JP is now.
went to bed that night, excited about the music and the things we were going to see, and at 2am the rains started.
And got heavier and heavier. And heavier!
the tent was a £20 job from tesco, and wasn’t all that waterproof - but as soon as we opened the doors at about 6am we saw a river had opened up about 15 feet from us, washing everything away in its path. It was absolutely apocalyptic. Bless her, she popped out to get me some emergency wellies (not many people need size 12, happily) and we walked around the site like we were inspecting a crime scene. Standing water 4ft deep in places! Absolutely incredible. First band I saw was the Undertones on the pyramid. Been back 8 times since, absolutely hate missing them, but i work it now with Oxfam and I’ll keep going for as long as I’m physically able.
my home 🥰 (oh for gods sake, I’m crying a bit 🤣🤣🤣)