https://www.myglastonburystory.com/home daily 1.0 2021-04-06 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606561027406-VJVG41HQ3NIMPKE7Q06H/Ian+Anderson+1970-2.jpg Home - Ian Anderson, 1970 “I just remember our gang lounging on the grass, like everybody else as was the hippy habit in those days, and watching whoever came on. I’m not entirely sure that those appearing on the day bore much relation to the poster. Quintessence, Amazing Blondel and Stackridge (several times, i.i.r.c.) came and went. When it was time for my set, I did some solo things, then brought up hirsute bongo player, the late Ian Turner (aka “Heavy Drummer”) and guitarist Ian Hunt. We kept getting signals from the wings to keep going. Eventually, when we finally got the sign to finish we dragged up most of our gang – musicians, girlfriends, writers from Melody Maker and Sounds, hangers on – in a ramshackle attempt to summon up some “Woodstock Spirit” with a version of Country Joe’s Fixin’ To Die Rag.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606167570313-X9UVITISE8ZAHU7G6W5U/Will+Blomfield+1970-5.jpg Home - Will Blomfield, 1970 “The opening day of the first Glastonbury, 19th September 1970, coincided with my 2nd birthday - that's me hugging my mum - and being so young I don't remember anything about it.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606167488641-0CHJ62M53AB3ANFQJ714/Peter+Gibson+1970-3.jpg Home - Peter Gibson, 1971 “In 1970 my parents decided to join The International Academy of Continuous Education at Sherborne House, Gloucestershire. This was established by Mr JG Bennett who was continuing on from the teachings of Gurdjieff. We had been living in suburbia. A large house in Kingston. We moved into a country mansion full of students from all over the world. In 1971 many of the students and their teacher, Mr J.G. Bennett, went to the Glastonbury Fayre music festival” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606166056944-QA6P3LKO1G8KDRS5HGG7/Paul+Clements+1984.jpg Home - Paul Clements, 1984 “Just waiting for "The Smith's" to enter main stage, 1984. This photo was taken by my good friend Anita Hambrook. Her then boyfriend Paul is laying next to me, worse for wear. He joined-in the stage invasion which meant The Smith's ended their set earlier than normal! Glastonbury was still pretty small then and with no security, which allowed for the stage invasion. Everything was all pretty gentle and everybody looked after each other. It was the year of The Miners Strike and I remember I lot of "Coal not Dole" stickers all over the place, which was great to see. It was also the year which I read Peter Kropotkin's fantastic 1902 book: "Mutual Aid: A Factor in Evolution" .. it kind of summed-up Glastonbury for me that year, living and working together, in a collective and collaborative way.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606158632426-2APV9F7AUM3GV5PBRNYG/Miranda+Millan+1985.jpg Home - Miranda Millen, 1985 “I was born in Undle Ground field on 23/06/85, after my parents were part of the peace convoy who had been caught up in Battle of the Beanfield. This photograph circa 1989 after spending all day making my outfit in the kids field. Glastonbury is my birthday party every year, best place on Earth” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606167428153-M2DXZ694XXWYU6JFLOTU/John-4.jpg Home - John Novis, 1987 “All packed in the car, my friends and daughters climbed in and off we set on theroad back to Brecon, Wales. As we were edging, with other festival goers along the country lanes of Pilton, Somerset suddenly we are pulled over at a police roadblock. I didn’t understand. The police made me follow their car to a ‘festival’ makeshift police station and asked us all to vacate the car. They were accusing us of drug dealing…” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606164937437-GP3SXSX4O16HSZE3UY89/image-asset.jpeg Home - Sian Davey, 1995 “My first Glastonbury. I was 24 living in Bristol. I caught the train and hung out with a bunch of people on there, one of them gave me 2 strawberry acid tabs. I think I was fairly green at the time because I didn't know what they were. Arriving at the festival I was with a crew from Bristol, I didn't know them that well so I was determined to find Paddy. This was pre - mobile phone days so I sign posted religiously the whole site, everywhere. The notes wrote 'meet me here on the hour.' I still have one of those handwritten notes. I walked and walked miles posting these up. It was typically torrential rain and my boots kept being sucked up into the sticky mud - and then I tore the anterior muscle in my shin. It was painful, but love is a determined thing. At 1pm i went to the meeting place the Red Cross Tent notice board not imagining that he would be there. But he was. He was there. I hugged his friend Yvonne who had found my note and Paddy and I went off to the festival. I pulled out the strawberry acid tab and we took them. I remember so clearly I had no idea what I was taking. But what followed was the funniest 24 hours of my life. We didn’t stop laughing. Paddy would say to me don't speak to anyone because it won't sound like you think it will. So we arrived in the cinema field and I asked if there was room for me on the bench and I was told there wasn't one.. and so on. We went to the travellers party at the back of the site and I was enveloped in gooey, warm, soft pink marshmallow. We became the most perfect party companions ever. Paddy and I separated 4 years later. Two years ago I went to see him in his hospital bed for the last time, he had a brain tumour. He died that week. That muscle injury still hurts like hell at times and I'm always transported back to that exquisite weekend with my first true love.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606164810770-WZG8LX44PP3DHN5YFP3I/Tanya.jpg Home - Tanya Cooper, 1997 “My only image of me at Glastonbury. It was 1997. Very messy, and lots of fun. My sister Ruth Stokes lost the car keys and we had an extra day there raiding all the abandoned tents. People leave the craziest things! We ate and drank like Kings until my Dad drove all the way with the spare car keys! My best memory was when everyone started dancing spontaneously at the stone circle at sunset. Very spiritual and beautiful!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606561639940-1V1J03R7AG7C3B50Y0J8/Beth+Walker+album-1.jpg Home - Louise Carron Harris, 2000 “It was a whim of an idea! We clambered into my Vauxhall nova, with my now husband and our best friends and hit the motorway on the Friday night - 10 hours of traffic queue later we dumped my car in a nearby field and 3 hours after that with bags and pillows and a cheap £20 Argos tent we found ourselves hiding behind a bush waiting for the security car to pass before we climbed through a fence It was the biggest adventure of my life, the adrenaline was pumping through my veins It hit me hard that we had actually made it inside ...we were greeted with a wild red sky . I knew I was home! It was 2000 and about 350,000 other people also had the same idea ... it was so packed with people if you let go of your friends hand you’d lose them for days and we didn’t have phones then, not ones we could use! The highlight of the weekend was watching 5 police men trying to get a man high on LSD who thought he was a cat out of a tree by ‘shushing and saying “here kitty kitty come down kitty kitty”” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606558243030-GZFY9OKLDQUR0NLF61IJ/Harriet++Harry+2015.jpg Home - Harriet, 2015 “This is my first photo with Harry on the weekend we met at Glastonbury 2015. He’s on bottom left and I’m on top of him. It was Sunday afternoon, hours before our first kiss at the pyramid stage, watching The Who. We were due to get married this June in Somerset and head to the festival for our honeymoon. Like many things, the wedding and Glastonbury have been postponed! Till next year...” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606165928773-EN6P1J1PIH7JRFI6YRLN/Ali+Bird+2016.jpg Home - Ali Bird, 2016 “2016 - gosh that was a hard year. Going to the Jo Cox Memorial and listening to Billy Bragg sing so sweetly on the Thursday, then waking up to hear the Brexit vote result reverberating across the site with tent after tent just going "fuuuuuuuuck". That was HARD. This picture was taken while we were waiting for ELO to start on Sunday afternoon.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606558178539-F7SMLMSOFTHGKQU0UUPG/Sarah+Adams-3.jpg Home - Sarah Adams, 2019 “Waiting for Kylie to come on the legendary legends slot on the pyramid stage I look into the sky & I see.... “Sarah Adams Marry Me Joe”… I couldn’t quite believe it.. at first I thought it was for another Sarah Adams at first because I had no idea at all! Joe had been planning this for months, asked my mum before Glastonbury & then my dad on the Wednesday of glasto, he planned for the pilot, organised the flyover months ago & I had no idea. Joe bought the ring in the green fields area on the Thursday, whilst I planned to get my hair braided & kept the ring in his programme lanyard until the Sunday.... & I didn’t see anything. On the Sunday we awoke like another normal Glastonbury morning (I’ve been to the festival 9 times now & joe has been 3 times) we had a lazy get up after a boozy day on Saturday topped off by seeing The Killers! The boys went to the pyramid stage early & the girls stayed to finish off getting ready! We went to catch years & years but not to our knowledge David Attenborough was appearing just before Kylie so the pyramid stage was packed.. apparently Joe was getting anxious that I wasn’t going to get there, but we were able to push through towards the end of the years & years set. He didn’t seem nervous at all, so I had no idea what was to come. Just as Kylie started Joe pointed to the sky which made me look up & there was the banner. My friend then had to get me to turn around to find joe on one knee holding the very ring he bought at the festival the Thursday before, & of course I said YES!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606141670522-9HLVQMZ95HAIYQEBIE0Z/07+Glastonbury_1987_cmatthews+Northerners+07.jpg Home https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606157987369-JMRLN5P6WV7MHGZQXQRK/MGS+press-1.jpg Home https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606152336997-VCZXALUAW2Q4FNK4H2YN/Ian+Anderson-2.jpg Home https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606157988186-HRKOGICI8UEYJTSMTGPR/MGS+press-2.jpg Home https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606142043830-S4T5YDXRGGL5H9ZIQNN7/Gaia++Calum-1.jpg Home https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606157987445-B5CHHQK58DYJ0VQMUJVK/MGS+press-3.jpg Home https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/a7a10eff-c2b6-48e5-a033-f569ec3c5350/Inga+2019-2-2.jpg Home https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/bb4771ce-89f5-4e07-a32c-e21dd2ab5df6/Robert+Blomfield+1971+extras-1.jpeg Home https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606141758802-BEKDR4KB52N9J38DW41T/Ali+Bird-1.jpg Home https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606152279924-AG2VPTMH25K9VSYWHT4B/Jacqueline+Azura+Clayton-1.jpg Home https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606476298603-SE05SRTCC415FUR7E8ZU/Luke+Bennett-2.jpg Home https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606141865386-3O5BKCTJX93O8BDJLOEI/Brian+Carson+1986-1.jpg Home https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606142242841-81E49792HUP842C99X6B/John+Novis+low+res-1.jpg Home https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606142009235-KDVSUOA2B6VXX7QX0J9Q/Danny+Rhodes+2000.jpg Home https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606142390354-S6LWW9BOEYOU0J50IRUS/Jonny+Music+2009-1.jpg Home https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606141963149-4XWLJC6BZLHK39F4FAIF/Cindy+Baxter-1.jpg Home https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606141946738-RYWGMR3MBM9DB9VU0UMU/Caroline+Kenmore-4.jpg Home https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606142199684-EANA1R24POZGZT3F2YOA/Neil+RESIZED-15.jpg Home https://www.myglastonburystory.com/about daily 0.75 2023-09-13 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606472598182-A6ZLNN2IABI9M4CLPQHY/Emma+Stoner+Glastonbury-2017-Festival-with-Kids-1-of-1-2.jpg About - Hi I’m Emma… I used to live in Glastonbury town and I work as a freelance photographer at Glastonbury Festival. I started the ‘My Glastonbury Story’ project in April 2020. It felt like a poignant moment to reflect on the history of the festival, with the 50th anniversary postponed due to Covid-19. Worthy Farm is a place where stories unfold. People meet and come together, memories are made, communities are formed, children grow up through the festival, others are born there, people meet their spouse for the first time, others break up over that weekend… I find it fascinating that this theatre of life continues year on year (well almost!). Glastonbury Festival has evolved from a small, alternative gathering to the most famous festival in the world. We can chart our own social history; the political landscape, music & fashions of the day. As each decade rolls into the next it develops its own unique character but there is something so universal about the experiences that we have all shared in this one special place. I set out with the idea of this project being a People’s History archive of the festival. The people who make Glastonbury are as important as the headline acts. This time they are centre stage. The stories & images I have gathered are about life and we delve deep into personal histories – love, connection, friendship, loss and the need to gather together and celebrate. The collective experience becomes intensely personal as we journey through the images. Simultaneous narratives are fused together in time & space and we see a microcosm of life unfolding. You can find out more about me on my website at https://www.emmastoner.com/ https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606472826390-JKPHEX6UCBW51207OZ2B/john+novis+%2830+of+1%29.jpg About - John Novis John & I used to work on the picture desk at Greenpeace International. He was the Head of Photography and I was his assistant. Now John has retired from Greenpeace and he has been helping me with this project in an advisory role. John remembers Glastonbury Festival in the 1980’s. He enjoyed summer’s at the festival with his children and has some fond memories of those days. You can see some of John’s pictures from the 80’s here and visit his website at https://www.johnnovis.com/ https://www.myglastonburystory.com/press daily 0.75 2021-12-30 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606478211050-NDMDFPJGJJZ5WAYCUGNZ/PRESS+%2842+of+13%29.jpg Press - The Independent “A crowdsourced photography project has paid homage to the festival in what would have been its 50th year” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606477498346-HTJ8YCEM7LAZP5QZY7JA/MGS+press-2.jpg Press https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606477311747-H9N7ZEWW7AYYX8BWMZ67/Screen+Shot+2020-06-22+at+09.57.59.png Press https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606477318167-NPC38E5USCWKUIKO1BHR/Screen+Shot+2020-06-22+at+10.59.48.png Press https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606477773484-P9NLZVX0O70V8K1DP98C/PRESS+%2840+of+1%29.jpg Press https://www.myglastonburystory.com/contact daily 0.75 2020-11-28 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606481577062-MCCM749OX6XLXAYW5BQU/Brian+Carson-4.jpg Contact - Get in touch! emma@emmastoner.com Facebook Instagram https://www.myglastonburystory.com/portfolio daily 0.75 2021-07-07 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1625660800924-A2XQXAWV2QRL1IQT2YLI/Juno+Gemes+Glastonbury+Tor+1971.JPG Portfolio - Juno Gemes, 1968 “Aubrey Mellor called 1960’s “The Utopian times” That’s accurate to me- as we imagined other worlds were possible - looking to the wisdom of the past - through the lens of acid and other visionary aids - we set out to create our new vision of cooperative egalitarian creative society in tune with ancient wisdom and earth laws - we had no templet or maps of any kind as to how this would work as a living process . But we were ready to try find it or invent it. And we had a visionary friend John Michell who had a vision and through the writings on The Ancient Sacred Tracks by William Stukeley, his own wide knowledge and his training in antiquarian matters and his own visionary intuitions, he started retracing those sacred tracks with his friends - on foot - sometimes setting out from camps of Gypsy Wagons of friends - to rediscover The Valley of Avalon - an astronomical map of the Heavens reproduced in reverse on that sacred valley of Avalon around Glastonbury Tor. It might have been in 1968 that I was among a small group of John Michell’s friends who accompanied him and met up below Glastonbury Tor to dance and celebrate The Summer Solstice together on the flat lands between the Tor and the Rose Bush planted by Joseph of Arimathea. Dave Tomlin played the fiddle others played tambourines as we danced merrily around in joyful celebrations of the Summer Solstice. At night we camped around fires, sharing meals and stories. I think Mark Palmer and Catherine Tennant were there as well as Julian Lloyd and Victoria Henrietta Moreas , Martin Wilkinson too along with a dozen others. Thinking back now beyond 50 years , this was the first time Glastonbury was celebrated on a small scale in this way and in some ways leads to all the others celebrations of Glastonbury as the mystical Centre it is. John Michell’s books ‘Flying Saucer Vision’ and ‘The View of Atlantis’ were both published and being widely read in our circle at this time . The questions in motion and practice were how can we live this new visionary life? Friends began to acquire land and settle in the valley. Travellers came and went. The experiment had begun.” Photo © Juno Gemes https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1615380661681-1JNRT37BOYSBWCWP5K7O/Jenny+Vesty+1970-2.jpg Portfolio - Jenny Vesty, 1970 “I was at the first festival in Pilton with Michale, my ex husband who sadly passed away earlier this year. On either the 30th anniversary or the 40th, probably the latter, I was driving by the site thinking “Was it really that long ago and was I really there?” when on the radio I heard him being interviewed, talking about the first one and what it was like then. He had gone on to work on the acoustic stage in latter years. As the saying goes “If you can remember it then you weren’t there” All I can remember is that it rained right up to the day that it started, we were there to help set it up so didn't have to pay £1 entrance fee. It was held in two fields, not a lot of people came, there was a St John’s Ambulance, an ice cream van and the sound system was crap!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1625662402604-MMEGVKSLYEBQYLHPV16U/Glastonbury_71-001.jpeg Portfolio - Sheila Burnett, 1971 “I traveled from West Ken with my sister in van of hippie types for the weekend bearing brown rice, mung tea, Wacky Baccy and one, maybe 2 tents. I had arrived in London in 1969 with my friends from Birmingham School of Art. I carried a camera with me most of the time, like sketching really, just quicker. I kept my camera hidden at Glastonbury, it was truly uncool to be taking photos, apart from that I was stoned most of the time. It was also uncool to eat meat, my sis and I had bought some chicken with us and hid behind a tree to nibble. Apart from Arthur Brown I only remember Fairport convention, we Idiot danced under the influence of something, my amber choker neckless broke whilst dancing. I remember everyone trying to pick up all the beads and then heading back to this old tent where my traveling companions were omming. OM means identifying with the universe, everyone sits is a circle holds hands and Oms …… very embarrassing for me, no one else seemed to mind. Arthur Brown played late in to the night to a bombed out hallucinating audience of 12000. He appeared in a cloud of smoke and fire, flashing lights and strobe wearing a horned helmet screaming I am the God of Hell fire and you are all going to die. It was terrifying and another tab I had taken earlier kicked in, all the cars put headlights on and I could feel the earth sinking beneath me, I remembered there was a bad tip tent, I wanted to go but it was full, someone actually told me THE BAD TRIP TENT IS FULL ! I woke up in an unfamiliar tent watching ants crawling up the tent pole. Just outside the tent as the sun was rising, a half naked bearded chap had built a cross pointing to the Tor, he wore a loincloth and lay across the cross chanting. One of the hippies I had traveled with called Ra (after the sun god) floated by, he wore a black cloak and silver make up and saluting the sun encouraging me to follow. I watched as the cherubs danced in the pink sky and a rainbow arched over the Tor, a divine vision, this was the blotter acid wearing off. I found out months later that Ra was a maths teacher called Rodney. On this the last day I took out my camera and wondered around on my own, still camera shy but less intimidated by the flower children.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1625662548599-GC742TIM2VEAZE1C89A7/Peter+Gibson.jpg Portfolio - Peter Gibson, 1971 “In 1970 my parents decided to join The International Academy of Continuous Education at Sherborne House, Gloucestershire. This was established by Mr JG Bennett who was continuing on from the teachings of Gurdjieff. We had been living in suburbia. A large house in Kingston. We moved into a country mansion full of students from all over the world.. a brief glimpse of this place can be seen in the actress Diane Cilento's documentary produced by the BBC "One Pair of Eyes".In 1971 many of the students and their teacher, Mr J.G. Bennett, went to the Glastonbury Fayre music festival. You can see Mr Bennet talking about the festival in the documentary "Glastonbury Fayre". I had a childhood memory of the festival. It was a dreamlike memory of a friendly raven. As I grew up I began to doubt that this ever happened. If I remember it right the raven was with someone at the festival but befriended me. It was very odd friendship as I had a bad association of raven type birds from reading the Lord of the Rings and Hitchock "The Birds" but I wasn't at all afraid of this fellow. I remember his sharp claws and his deep cackling voice. The festival started out very wet and muddy but then it turned into a heatwave. In my parent's group of acquaintances, through our connection with Mr Bennett, were musicians like Arthur Brown, Robert Fripp, De Hartman, and actors like Diane Cilento. I remember Jason Connery, son of Diane Cilento and Sean Connery (an actor who played one of the early roles as James Bond), going to our school for a short while and playing with us at Sherborne House. He is the blond boy in the clip from Diane's documentary attached.Arthur Brown was "responsible" for teaching me the rules of chess, which I then terrorised all the residents of Sherborne House, challenging them to matches where I would inevitably torture them with distracting behaviour and cheat when they weren't looking. I was a horrible undisciplined "hippy" child. The music at the festival was amazing. However, the more amazing thing was the mix of people from all walks and classes of society getting together in a crazy, sometimes clashing, sometimes harmonious experiment of cathartic release from social norms and ways of thinking. The smell of cannabis and hot plastic of tents brings back these memories easily.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1616411471324-NEZLFV2WJSSRP810IAH6/Royston+Stone-Spir%28itu%29al.jpg Portfolio - Nora Stewart, 1981 (photo Royston Stone) “Very early on the Sunday morning having not slept I went for a wonder. Near the Pyramid stage there was a small fire and a group of about 30 people gathered around it with a Druid calling up the sun . Much slow drums and chanting. I joined in with the others then me and the people on either side felt these balls of energy hitting us. It was the most extraordinary thing and something I had never felt before or since. they were about 3 inches in diameter and went right into you but felt light and good. and lasted well over an hour until I left to go wake the campsite and get them in on the action! No Chance !! It was like energy dancing around us. One of my strongest Glastonbury and life changing moments ever!" https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1615382541555-TWNGBTQWQFGW6F9EAHNP/Ian+McLeod-Evening+light+%2782.jpg Portfolio - Ian Mcleod, 1982 “Again, we hired a van – two drive in and the rest nick in. A few of us had tickets for Frank Zappa at Hammersmith Odeon for Saturday night. We thought we would be able to just pop over to London, see Frank Zappa, then drive back to Glastonbury and carry on where we left off. What could go wrong? Mud! I still have the unused ticket. I saw Man the Van, Jackson Browne but can’t remember who else. I bumped into a friend who was selling cider with a mate from the back of a van. He dropped a tab ‘Mickey Mouse’ I seem to remember and I have a photo of him giggling away while people queued up for cider. I can’t remember who was on stage when a large inflatable die tumbled over the crowd. On its way back it was covered in mud or cow muck. I think this was the year when one of us pitched their tent under the pylon cables. It charged up the tent poles with electricity and you would get a shock if you touched them.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1615384150097-6TRXNSA4S7NPMSGIBVPR/Paul+Clements+1984.jpg Portfolio - Paul Clements, 1984 “Just waiting for "The Smith's" to enter main stage, 1984. This photo was taken by my good friend Anita Hambrook. Her then boyfriend Paul is laying next to me, worse for wear. He joined-in the stage invasion which meant The Smith's ended their set earlier than normal! Glastonbury was still pretty small then and with no security, which allowed for the stage invasion. Everything was all pretty gentle and everybody looked after each other. It was the year of The Miners Strike and I remember I lot of "Coal not Dole" stickers all over the place, which was great to see. It was also the year which I read Peter Kropotkin's fantastic 1902 book: "Mutual Aid: A Factor in Evolution" .. it kind of summed-up Glastonbury for me that year, living and working together, in a collective and collaborative way..” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1616411574811-XMXBI5YSBEGV8SBS4TR8/Steve+Streetly+1985.JPG Portfolio - Steve Streetly 1985 “We set off from Blackpool and the oil light came on after about 10 miles, ignored it and hoped for the best. Got to M5 and car overheated and we pulled up in a village in Somerset. Miraculously a vicar came out of the house we stopped at and offered to fix the car, which he did (changed a belt or something) we offered to pay but he insisted he didn’t want paying and gave us a bible each. Bizarre but true. We got in the queue of cars and could hear a reggae band playing (either aswad or steel pulse?) two of the lads jumped out and went over the fence, we got to the gate and my other pal had a broken leg in plaster so I asked where we should park? They said turn left into field and we parked opposite the pyramid stage as v muddy. Left car there until we got towed out on Sunday. Didn’t sleep for 2 days had a memorable weekend.”” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1615384353974-VL2X2NPF08YI9RBVCYRM/Carl+Stickley+1985+low+res-1.jpg Portfolio - Carl Stickly, 1985 “Attached pic is from 1985 and shows my Uni flatmates, Andrea and Craig, braving the mud. I was about to go off to study in the US for a year so they'd come down especially for a last knees-up. There were a lot of Travellers as Stonehenge Festival had been banned. Indeed, at Stonehenge itself on the A303 the police had set up roadblocks. If you didn't have a ticket for Glastonbury they wouldn't let you pass. All the small country roads had tons of gravel dumped on them to block vehicles. I lived 15 miles from Stonehenge and the whole week before the Solstice helicopters were overhead day and night. Fatcha smashing dirty, smelly Folk Devils! I vaguely remember seeing Echo & The Bunnymen (with lasers!), Ian Dury and The Style Council (who got pelted with mud). But mainly rain. And mud. Lots of mud....” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1615384479811-GP8U0L3ON93XN333PZKL/Miranda+Millan+1985.jpg Portfolio - Miranda Millan, 1985 “I was born in Undle Ground field on 23/06/85, after my parents were part of the peace convoy who had been caught up in Battle of the Beanfield. This photograph circa 1989 after spending all day making my outfit in the kids field. Glastonbury is my birthday party every year, best place on Earth” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1615384594258-UQEBLMBUYDYK107SQGBS/Brian+Carson+1986-1.jpg Portfolio - Brian Carson, 1986 “Michelle went on to be a Scientist - I was a University Lecturer at the University of London and she had just completed her Ph.D. We were a Couple for some years {say 1985 to 1990} but she got a offer to work abroad and I have not seen her since - she was much younger than me and if she had been older I am sure we would have married.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1615384953070-MU6M4438NF9XPIQEMLBS/John-1.jpg Portfolio - John Novis, 1987 “In June 1987, my two young daughters and friends set off for the annual Glastonbury Festival. I had a Volvo estate car with roof rack at the time so was able to take more than enough for the planned four days. We arrived on the Thursday morning and found other families and friends from my hometown in a perfect group tent pitch conveniently near the food village and main stage. The car park was quite a distance from the pitch so there were a number of treks to get all the gear from one place to another. Nevertheless, once settled and all tents were up, we were set have one hell of a great four-day Glastonbury party. About halfway through the festival I decided to take a stroll and check everything was ok with the car. To my surprise the car park was quite different from when I arrived; it has become another huge crammed campsite with cars chock a block next to each. Once I located my car it occurred to me there would be zero chance, in an emergency, of making a getaway. However, that was not a worry, we were here till Monday morning when everything would be clearing nicely. There was something odd thing about the car, though. A group of revellers were using my tow bar to secure a guy rope supporting their large open military style tent. I was a bit miffed and thinking of asking them to use some other means of support other than my car. But then, hey, this is Glastonbury! It would be churlish of me to interrupt their fun to move the rope and what actual harm was it doing, nothing, leave it. So, I wondered back to our pitch grabbing a veg burger and Somerset cider on the way. Sadly, Monday morning arrived after an amazing gig that only Glastonbury can deliver, yet happy to get going, looking forward to a long hot bath and savour the weekend’s memories with a pint at the local. All packed in the car, my friends and daughters climbed in and off we set on the road back to Brecon, Wales. As we were edging, with other festival goers along the country lanes of Pilton, Somerset suddenly we are pulled over at a police roadblock. I didn’t understand. The police made me follow their car to a ‘festival’ makeshift police station and asked us all to vacate the car. They were accusing us of drug dealing. I still didn’t understand until they explained that my car was connected to a tent in which serious drug dealing was going on. I twigged they thought we were the dealers because of the F***ING guy rope! We were at the station for hours and hours while they stripped the car to bits, my daughters (10 and 8 years old) were in tears because they thought their father was going to be taken away which resulted in us all being distressed, as well as hungry and tired. Come early evening they realised they had the wrong people and sent us on our way. I said they managed to ruin a fantastic weekend and now all we wanted was to get home and forget all about it this awful experience. They actually apologised and said inaptly that it was all part of the ‘rich tapestry of life’. The real drug dealers of course, with their fun weekend, handsome profits and convenient tow bar were well on their way home by now!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1615385387131-ARW8PZF6PSFQ2E7WDH5B/Jason+Blackwell+1989.jpg Portfolio - Jason Blackwell, 1989 “One of my Glastonbury stories would have to be about a tape we got given once with some dub on it, but we never knew who had recorded it? (It took us about 15 years to eventually find out that it was Rhythm Collison Dub by the Ruts DC V Mad Professor). Anyway we took it with us to Glastonbury 1989 and it captured the atmosphere perfectly for when we were back at camp, at our first proper music festival so to speak, what with a lot of people being unhappy at the time about the criminal justice bill and a feeling of unrest generally in society especially towards the establishment. Everyone was pissed off with the poll tax and the criminal justice bill included a big agenda to stop the raves and free parties etc, they introduced a law that anything over 120 Bpm was classed as threatening to a society in general and obviously the introduction of ecstasy shook things up, 1988/1989 were the end of the 80's and people were fed up of being dictated to. There were battles at Stonehenge they were building new roads and chopping trees down everywhere, crusties/ travellers were the enemy the list goes on, we all just wanted a good time like most generations and to have the music - well that was the best. As for the festival apart from all the rastas being moved on there were police helicopters flying overhead during most of the festival but all in all we enjoyed the bands, the new friends we'd made and the whole experience, there's nothing quite like it, we were having the time of our lives, biggest downer ever though having to go home, we ended up getting our cars towed away and to make matters worse the ghetto blaster we had with the tape in got nicked!!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1615386190198-I158MNJJY3XO1PLYP54A/Adi-Guru-13.jpg Portfolio - Adi-Guru Dasa “I was a London and Amsterdam squatter every year our tribe went to Glastonbury Festival. One year my friend and I walked all the way along the Ridgeway sleeping out under the stars...all the ancient sites along the way and from Avebury we hitchhiked and walked straight in to Glasto fest site really early and set up a camp in the kings meadow and waited for all the others to arrive. By ’91 I had left the drug hippy scene and became an ecstatic Hare Krishna monk. Every year I begged to be allowed to have a break from my temple services and join the Festival team that did Glastonbury. In the day time we went on singing procession around the site and fed thousands free food by our tent. At night we chanted from when the last band stopped playing on the main stage til early hours with a tent full of trippers. we had sitar players, dramas and kirtan and lots of incense. They were the days. Now Glasto became a bit commercial. In the old days it was wild, every year a vehicle was burned and the travellers and drug dealers scared everyone.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1615386395759-VD7ILHVHMQVWXMAZUWIZ/Mark+Sutherland-2.jpg Portfolio - Mark Sutherland, 1995 “Me at 13, Glastonbury 1995. Jungle Book on in the outside Cinema, end of the film where the girl is tempting Mogly to the village. A guy screams out “don’t do it Mogly, she’ll only fuck you over!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1615391921913-XU6M0IG5CWVSS43SQEH7/Jimmy+Green-1-2.jpg Portfolio - Jimmy Green, pic by Paul Tyler “Muddy late 90s. Forget which year, we all piled down in his bosses hired BMW. Had to be dragged out by a tractor. Farmer was making a fiver a pop, had to stop at a garage while my mate jet washed the mud off it. Even tho it was muddy saw Radiohead play OK computer I think, it was either that or the proceeding year, or possibly 2000. Honestly, can’t remember the gigs but it was a mudbath!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1615392213287-DLE8WV1IQA57CPVU70E0/Chris+Yuill+1998.jpg Portfolio - Jaki Miles-Windmill (photo by Chris Yuill) “A friend (6'6" luckily) came back 2 hours later after leaving for the toilets (the old ones with a piece of metal underneath balanced over a long pit) wearing weird, clean clothes and a haunted expression. Toilet floor had fallen into the pit when mud gave way at the edges. Luckily his head and shoulders remained out of the shit. He'd been thoroughly sanitised in the First Aid tent. Mid 90s.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1615393142654-KOT7BBS4C6DHUAHLPIZG/Sian+Davey-1.jpg Portfolio - Sian Davey, 1995 “My first Glastonbury. I was 24 living in Bristol. I caught the train and hung out with a bunch of people on there, one of them gave me 2 strawberry acid tabs. I think I was fairly green at the time because I didn't know what they were. Arriving at the festival I was with a crew from Bristol, I didn't know them that well so I was determined to find Paddy. This was pre - mobile phone days so I sign posted religiously the whole site, everywhere. The notes wrote 'meet me here on the hour.' I still have one of those handwritten notes. I walked and walked miles posting these up. It was typically torrential rain and my boots kept being sucked up into the sticky mud - and then I tore the anterior muscle in my shin. It was painful, but love is a determined thing. At 1pm i went to the meeting place the Red Cross Tent notice board not imagining that he would be there. But he was. He was there. I hugged his friend Yvonne who had found my note and Paddy and I went off to the festival. I pulled out the strawberry acid tab and we took them. I remember so clearly I had no idea what I was taking. But what followed was the funniest 24 hours of my life. We didn’t stop laughing. Paddy would say to me don't speak to anyone because it won't sound like you think it will. So we arrived in the cinema field and I asked if there was room for me on the bench and I was told there wasn't one.. and so on. We went to the travellers party at the back of the site and I was enveloped in gooey, warm, soft pink marshmallow. We became the most perfect party companions ever. Paddy and I separated 4 years later. Two years ago I went to see him in his hospital bed for the last time, he had a brain tumour. He died that week. That muscle injury still hurts like hell at times and I'm always transported back to that exquisite weekend with my first true love.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1615393479036-PPEB4Z0LWVE4X9Y5TDLF/Ru+Davies.jpg Portfolio - Ru Davies, 1995 “I was loitering at school in East Sussex having just finished my last A level exams when Dad called. “So I’ve managed to wangle a couple of tickets for Glasto for you. They’re at Stephen’s farm next to Worthy, so you just need to get yourself there. Thought you could sell one of them to fund the weekend.” It was already 2pm on the Friday, how the hell was I going to get to Pilton? Asked a few pals but most still had exams left or couldn’t be arsed (Mark Aldred). I got zero money to my name, barely a bank account but the shining star that was/ is Charlotte Nettleton loaned me her cash card ... madness. So I was going on a solo mission. Knew a few folks already on site, perhaps I’d bump into them? Easy. Had to get to Paddington before the last train to Castle Cary or I’d be screwed so rushed back to my room and threw together an essentials bundle of sleeping bag, baccy, bin liners and, for some reason, slippers. That’s it. Sweaty train stress all the way, tube from Victoria to Paddington and get to the platform just as last train pulls away from the station. I’m pelting it down the platform trying to grab a door but alas. Nope.5 proper diamond geezers in their 20s also panting having missed the ride, one turns to me: “oi bruv. You know how to get there?”. Me: “er... prob have to go to Bath and get a cab”. Him: “alright sweet we’re coming with you”.Me: “er.. ok?”Next train leaves in 5 mins, everyone piles to other platform and gets on. As it pulls away, I realise I still have no money, just a bank card. And no ticket. “Don’t worry pal we ain’t got tickets either” Head to smoking carriage and get a table seat. New BFFs then proceed to pull out some scales on the table. And some small baggies. And a large rock which they proceed to chip at with a blade, weigh and bag up. One of them skins up and sprinkles said powder into the joint. He sparks up. On the train.“Inspector!” Comes the cry from the end of the carriage, everything gets packed away and we pile into a toilet. Knock on the door. Bang on the door. The air is filled with acrid coke spliff smoke. We sit it out for 10 mins, until zero oxygen remains. We pile out and rush to the next toilet back from direction the inspector came. After dodging him for an hour it feels the net is closing in when suddenly one of the geezer gang comes back from a reccy: “all the commuters are asleep in first class. Left their tickets on the table.” We get off the next stop and the police are there to meet the train. We show them our valid first class tickets and we’re away. Apparently money is no issue for my crew and we get a cab for £100 to glasto. “I’ve got to find a farm in the dark for my ticket” gets met with “nah man you can jump the fence with us. Get a pass out tomorrow and sell both your tickets at the gate”.Me: “er.... ok”.We arrive near Worthy Farm in the dark and Barry goes “drop us here, mate. There was a whole here last year I’m sure”. Next we’re scrabbling in the dark at the verge of the rd looking for a gap. Find a gap. We all tumble into a ditch of brambles with a chicken wire fence above us. Climb fence and drop onto flat ground... a moat with a new MASSIVE fence in front us. Wtf. Then we hear an engine revving and before we know it we’re getting chased by a pick up and some pretty tasty security shouting and waving baseball bats for extra vibes. One of the geez gang gets nabbed and the car stops to collar him. Scratched to shit from the brambles and panting like a mutt the sight of a rope ladder leading up to a carpet draped over the barb wire on top. Someone’s left their gear, praise be. We manage to get over just as the pick up pulls up. I’m last over and my dealer buddies have already done a runner into the dark. The sea of tents and smokey twinkles extend as far as the eye can see. I wander about a while with my sleeping bag bundle, wondering what made me think there was a cats arse chance of finding a pal amongst the HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS of people. After a couple of hours I find a gap between some tents, stick my bin liners down and get into the sleeping bag. What a shit idea. I wake up soon after dawn to someone taking a piss by my head. Sit up and look about me. Just tents and randoms. No dosh. No food or water. Balls. Then I see them. My bezzies Tanith Slay and Sadie Cook right there on the path 50 feet away. The hugs, the joy. The absolute WIN!Ended up finding Dave Lewis Lloyd and Jessica Mason-Little too. And I bumped into the geezers again who treated me to some freebie delights. Went and found my free tickets and sold them for a ton. Goldie topped it that year. Immense.On the last night Tan made me leave my Lugz boots outside the tent, so smelly were they. Some bastard nicked them. I wore my slippers home.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1615393550370-QVRB1M3H0537ZPZ2KSY5/Victoria+Jackson-7.jpg Portfolio - Victoria Jackson, 1997 “It was an absolute mudfest. I was 18 and it was my first glastonbury with my boyfriend, my older brother (who had been going since the 80s), his wife and a big group of friends and family. I had no idea what to expect as it was my first ever festival. We didn't let the weather put us off (so cold and the rain never stopped) and to this day, its one of the best festival experiences that I've ever had. The pictures in the mud soup were in front of the other stage. I think it was Placebo that were scheduled to play that evening but the mud was that bad that the stage was sinking so there were delays with them coming on stage. We got drunk on tequila while we waited - thats whats in the bottle that I'm holding- and ended up just sliding around in the mud. Everyone around us gave us a really wide berth as you can see in the pictures. Still the best festival ever and can't wait to get back there in 2022!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1615393722481-RUISG6B30N0ANS2VJTZZ/Seb+Patane+2-2.jpg Portfolio - Seb Patane, 1997 “You might not believe this but I actually played at Glastonbury once. When I was at St Martin’s I was in a performance art group called ‘The New School of Pretension’, together with Christopher Owen and two more. We made homemade loops of things like Bowie, T Rex, Stereolab and Add N to X and mimed to them pretending to be electro/rock stars. For some reason people liked it and we were asked to play the ‘art’ tent in 1997. It was one of the muddiest years ever, when Radiohead headlined. I was so scared of going on stage that I downed half a bottle of Southern Comfort before so I was trashed and I don’t remember much of the performance, only that there were about 10 people in the audience. It was so grim, wet and depressing that we were almost crying all the time. We were supposed to play 2 nights but the morning after the first one we made a runner, leaving just a note for the organisers instead of our tent in the ‘VIP’ area which simply said ‘sorry’.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1615395399033-0EK8LX24R94WS5RYKUUB/Stevie+Holmes+1999.jpg Portfolio - Stevie Holmes, 1999 “This is in the dance tent 1999 - I'm the one in the bright orange sarong with the belly out (very nineties!). This photo came about as I always carried an immense polaroid camera around with me at Glasto, and someone spotted it and all wanted in on a mega 'selfie' before selfies existed as we know them! https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1625661855811-UMNKSEAFVW608QJVXKYV/Flick+Carter+2000.jpg Portfolio - Flick Carter, 2000 “Me waiting for David Bowie. He was amazing. My boyfriend, now husband got dragged along - he didn’t know who he was at the Tim. We were 19 - he wished he’d paid more attention now. I feel so lucky to have been ther, even if it was from the very top of the hill. The crowd was massive, this was before the days of the steel fence. I can remember getting my ticket from Our Price in the galleries, Bristol two days before we went. None of your internet frenzy.. well there was no internet!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1615394793980-9ZJEHZS4YTY99VMRSVOO/Jacqueline+Azura+Clayton-1.jpg Portfolio - Jacqueline Azura Clayton, 2000 “Glastonbury 2000 (age 9). Bowie played on my mums 40th birthday which couldn’t have been more perfect! Me and brother got interviewed by top of the pops Saturday but sadly we never made it on TV but we were super excited. Looking back we may not have made the best music choices but going as a kid was such a special experience.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1615394656164-NTUXOTHHCBIX9ATKOC2V/Louise+Carron+Harris-13.jpg Portfolio - Louise Carron Harris, 2000 “It was a whim of an idea! We clambered into my Vauxhall nova, with my now husband and our best friends and hit the motorway on the Friday night - 10 hours of traffic queue later we dumped my car in a nearby field and 3 hours after that with bags and pillows and a cheap £20 Argos tent we found ourselves hiding behind a bush waiting for the security car to pass before we climbed through a fence It was the biggest adventure of my life, the adrenaline was pumping through my veins It hit me hard that we had actually made it inside ...we were greeted with a wild red sky . I knew I was home! It was 2000 and about 350,000 other people also had the same idea ... it was so packed with people if you let go of your friends hand you’d lose them for days and we didn’t have phones then, not ones we could use! The highlight of the weekend was watching 5 police men trying to get a man high on LSD who thought he was a cat out of a tree by ‘shushing and saying “here kitty kitty come down kitty kitty” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1615395764197-X68VQN7CPMFWOT0WL1AF/Stevie+Holmes+2002-3.jpg Portfolio - Stevie Holmes, 2002 “The 'other stage' which I think was originally the NME stage the first time I saw them - this is Orbital playing one of their epic headline sets. This time I hadn't eaten a load of 'truffles' bought for a quid a pop out of a tray from a hippy lady strolling round the green fields, so I actually managed to take a few photos and not hallucinate I was waving a milk churn in the air. Result! Both the 1994 and 2002 sets were awesome. Orbital really can't be beaten.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1615395625122-LGJB68JTREKX3KPJVAEU/Nick+Weetch+2005.jpg Portfolio - Nick Weetch, 2005 “One of my favourite times at Glastonbury was also one of the most dramatic. In 2005 we arrived on Thursday in glorious sunshine. Having set up and met friends at the usual Thursday night cider bus, we headed up the hill to enjoy the build up to the weekend at the stone circle. As dawn broke we could see the storm clouds rolling in and retreated to our tent. The storm was huge and the ground vibrated with each clap of thunder. When we emerged there was a river running where there had been a line of tents. There was no power on site and a bar had been struck by lightning. At the bottom of the field the old railway track had formed a dam and there were many submerged tents. But this photo sums up people’s attitude - just get on with it! The rest of the weekend was incredible. Everyone got really stuck in and wasn’t going to let the conditions get them down. There was also countless acts of kindness and charity along with the humour that defines the festival. I can’t wait to be back.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1615395258861-8VOPIUCC712AC2ML3G52/Barry+Lewis-1.jpg Portfolio - Barry Lewis, 2005 “I started photographing Glastonbury in June 2004, lugging a huge white tent onto a muddy field… and set up a portable portrait studio in Lost Vagueness in the middle of the “Naughty Corner”. For the next three years I had my studio in the middle of Glastonbury’s vaudeville home of late-night excess, in which muddy festival-goers played roulette, donned ball gowns to dance the night away, while burlesque acrobats swung from chandeliers. The strangest of the many surreal encounters in my photo studio was one impossible to make up! A group of 3 figures arrived in the studio, 2 men covered in feathers and a woman, her face hidden in a huge red hooded cloak. As I was about to shoot the photo the woman threw back the cloak revealing her naked body. Now I don’t know who was the most surprised but at the moment of reveal I saw her face for the first time …. “Miriam!” I shouted as I recognised my kids maths teacher! “I am not Miriam any more”, she replied, “My name is now Star…. unconditional love, along with the belief that life’s painful lessons can simply become joy... It wasn’t easy for me to arrive naked at Glastonbury, especially as I had no ticket only my hand made pass but I danced straight through the gate and I haven’t stopped since! A week later I showed the photos to my son “There is someone you might recognise” I told him. Blank. I pointed out his teacher, Miriam. He couldn’t speak, blushed and ran out of the room.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1615394297536-EO0S85ZZ4BWT4VNQ5E5K/Hannah+Solle.jpg Portfolio - Hannah Solle, 2007 “As a local my pa used to work on the worthy farm radio so from 3 months old I spent every year frolicking in the fields of laughter and dance. I had my first warning of drugs here, I saw my Dad at his happiest here, I fell for my first love here, I had my first heartbreak here, I watched and met famous people galore here. My ultimate favourite memory was, I believe, in 2007 when I was 15. In the middle of the day I stumbled across the roots tent, which had a secret act about to appear. As I wiggled myself through a small crowd the Marley brothers were up on stage prepping.. A huge, tall rasta man guided me to the front, handed me a huge flag on a pole and said ‘I got ya, now soak it up kid’. And so I was there alone, with no woman no cry being sung to me by the Marleys themselves, holding my hand and everyone else with their lighters up. Wow, wow. I cry to this day hearing that song. The fields of Avalon and stone circle will always have a huge place in my heart” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1615396147100-SPNP1MYD2PQ0QWTEYNE4/Tony+Hill+2009+goat+juice+and+dumplings.jpg Portfolio - Tony Hill, 2009 “One of the strangest and most memorable 'where was you when' moments of my life - even by Glastonbury standards. It's near midnight, I’m lost in the out of this world areas of Glasto: Arcadia, Trash City and Shangri-la; it’s like being in a Terry Gillingham dream mixed with Alice in Wonderland and Blade Runner with a great soundtrack. A magical realism novel, and at this very strange moment in my life - just as I’m in a tunnel of curios looking into League Of Gentlemen-esque mock shop front with the sign, Goat Juice and Dumplings, lit with green neon light showing its wares - rat, bats, stuffed millipede - when I receive a text: 'News from the outside world, Michael Jackson has died.' Am I hallucinating? I asked the people at the side of me if it is true? A conversation ensues about the death of the king of pop weirdness; people's faces green lit, strange animals peering through the glass behind them from the shop front of Goat Juice and Dumplings.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1615408570574-TAXX2683XUGP6PR5J5F3/Neil-0.jpg Portfolio - Neil Thomas Douglas, 2010 “Things I remember! I went to get Jen a cider and never returned. She found me several hours later in the kids field watching a dude inside a giant balloon bounce to Mambo number 5. At the end the balloon popped and he was dressed as Elvis. I met this old man selling cider. He said he was the oldest cider maker in the UK. It was £2 a pint so I had 3. Turns out it was also the strongest cider in the UK. I went missing once again and was found in a dance field with a new found love of french techno.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1616415016653-UNI5OIW0SGUYYMAL3Q2E/Beth+Rowley.jpg Portfolio - Beth Rowley, 2011 “This was our first sunrise at the stone circle together. I was performing with my band and I invited him as a plus one… we’d not long been together. This night seemed to go on forever. I remember this moment at the stone circle so clearly, it felt like we were in a dream. I wanted to carry on forever and I knew I would never forget how perfect it was. He looked so beautiful. New love! No where on earth like it and no one else like my baby.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1615409124185-ZKP8W23CNIHYKTLWB5AY/Rob+Barker-Me+Ian+and+Tom.JPG Portfolio - Rob Barker, 2013 “The Rolling Stones was really memorable. Not just for the fact they were finally performing at Glasto, but I needed to piss so badly, and it was impossible to get through the crowd, Hannah had to watch as I released my bladder into a paper cup under my coat. Sorry, Hannah. Probably ruined the magic of the gig somewhat.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1615409376645-R6AWNA2SSZD5FXAKDF0K/Heidi+Wesson+2013-2.jpg Portfolio - Heidi Wesson, 2013 “In June 2013 I was 9 months pregnant but the baby was not due until July. My other babies had been born two weeks late so I was not expecting anything to happen just yet. I had been to watch the Rolling Stones on the viewing platform but we left after a few songs (controversial but we were bored!) we went to see Chase and Status instead. I felt a few twinges then but thought it was just her enjoying the music as she often did. Her dad, Sean, had arrived on site that day and gone off with one of our friends to Naughty Corner. I sat in crew camp with a few friends and we rang them to come back. They thought I was joking and came running into the caravan saying he hadn't done a risk assessment that it couldn't happen! Tracy's daughter, Lindsey, called it in on the radio they asked if I was breathing, she said “very heavily she's in labour!!” they couldn't find us so Stu ran to find them. A little festival ambulance van took us to Ivy Mead and we were stopped at every gate. Lindsey ran across site and somehow managed to get to the hospital tent before us and apparently face planted on her way she told me later... no midwife was available and someone told Tracy I had been taken in. She called Lindsey to see if I was alright and appeared in her panda outfit (Glasto-style!). She said very calmly “let's get her out!”.... Emelia (or Acadia as the festival family call her) was born at 3.10am on 30 June, weighing a healthy 6lb 6oz. Tracy, still dressed as a Panda, was crying her eyes out and covered in blood. Her & Sean cut the umbilical cord.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1615409471480-QJBKL6IZF4QLGC97MMZV/Vanessa+Miles+2015.jpg Portfolio - Emma James, 2015 “That’s me in the background with the rainbow hat. I think the girl was actually a woman knelt down on her knee. He was so gracious and stopped to speak with several of us along the route. He held my hand just before this shot and I wished him a happy birthday.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1615409591765-1Q6ZVN66DED58LSMFLXN/Ali+Bird+2016.jpg Portfolio - Ali Bird, 2016 “2016 - gosh that was a hard year. Going to the Jo Cox Memorial and listening to Billy Bragg sing so sweetly on the Thursday, then waking up to hear the Brexit vote result reverberating across the site with tent after tent just going "fuuuuuuuuck". That was HARD. This picture was taken while we were waiting for ELO to start on Sunday afternoon.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1615409817088-8B2CMK04XQDK52TJI0Q9/Emma+Stoner+Glastonbury-2017-Festival-with-Kids-1-of-1-2.jpg Portfolio - Emma Stoner, 2017 “This photo was taken at the Leftfield stage in 2017. My daughter Lila & I had just been watching Jeremy Corbyn address the crowd. It was electric and I’m sure it was a contrast to the depressing Brexit vote hitting Glastonbury the year before. There were positive vibes in the air that year. Jeremy was inspirational and offered hope at a time when politics had taken a sharp swerve to the right. Despite losing the election, he had done well and there was a momentum building up behind him. I was a firm ‘Corbynista’ and loved seeing him at Glastonbury. Jeremy had actually given Lila a little wave earlier on in the day when we saw him having lunch at the Greenpeace field! Lila was only 2 at the time so I didn’t want to expose her to really loud music. This was the main gig we went to that year. The rest of the time was spent in the green-field’s & kids field, exploring small bands & art workshops. We still sometimes sing “Oh Jeremy Corbyn” together! ” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1615410587589-TF07XM3PJHWJVM8S2RFI/Gaia+%26+Calum-218.jpg Portfolio - Gaia & Calum, 2017 “When we met the celebrants they said they had organised a Piper for us, which was completely unexpected but amazing. As we walked up to the field we heard the sound of bagpipes playing and saw the incredible archway that had been crafted from wood with deer antlers atop it.The Piper, Fergus, explained to us he had felt compelled to make an archway, knowing it had to be made but not knowing what it was for. He did not know we would be having a hand fasting there. It was also very fitting he played the bagpipes as my surname is Campbell and my family can be traced back to the Campbells of Argyll. Again, nobody knew this. It was magical. Quite a crowd had gathered for the ceremony which we hadn't expected and it was quite nerve wracking being in front of so many people, but we just focused on each other and we soon forgot about everybody watching .The ceremony itself was more than we could ever have hoped for and we are so grateful to Sandie and Andy for all the hard work they put in to it for us, two complete strangers. At the end, we jumped over the broomstick we had made into our new lives together. Sandie and Andy then presented is with a hand written card from Michael Eavis wishing us the best in our marriage and expressing his happiness that we chose to be handfasted at his festival. We knew they were local but we didn't know how local! It was an amazing moment.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1615411008659-UQJ6JBDIV7MAQ3YP323K/Christen+Williams+2019.jpg Portfolio - Christen Williams, 2019 “This glasto felt like such a big deal to me cause it was my last festival with my OG boobs before I had a mastectomy. I would never have worn a bikini with such a cleave before, but I was loud and proud waltzing round Glasto. Loved it. Special memories.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1625661929185-IN8TBTL0LV0FN0OR51Y7/Sarah+Adams-3+%281%29.jpg Portfolio - Sarah Adams, 2019 “On the Sunday we awoke like another normal Glastonbury morning (I’ve been to the festival 9 times now & joe has been 3 times) we had a lazy get up after a boozy day on Saturday topped off by seeing The Killers! The boys went to the pyramid stage early & the girls stayed to finish off getting ready! We went to catch years & years but not to our knowledge David Attenborough was appearing just before Kylie so the pyramid stage was packed.. apparently Joe was getting anxious that I wasn’t going to get there, but we were able to push through towards the end of the years & years set. He didn’t seem nervous at all, so I had no idea what was to come. Just as Kylie started Joe pointed to the sky which made me look up & there was the banner. My friend then had to get me to turn around to find joe on one knee holding the very ring he bought at the festival the Thursday before, & of course I said YES!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1616424166784-YZXB563XSDOW44R235YF/Inga+2019-2-2.jpg Portfolio - Inga, 2019 “The Beat Hotel at Glastonbury left some very special memories for me from the first time I went in 2017, and knowing that 2019 was their last year - I spent a large proportion of my time dancing there. It’s one of those places at Glastonbury where once you’re inside, you completely lose track of time. The strangers you end up dancing with are on a different energy level. My Kimono Partner - the girl I never even asked the name of, was full of that incredible energy. 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https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/a5c67135-fcfc-4f5a-8d3e-39f1b81a6de4/Glasthombury+Emily+Dommett-8.jpg Portfolio https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/a985426f-46b0-4b9d-9c7d-7fe05913d393/Neil+RESIZED-16.jpg Portfolio https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/41b330b7-fd09-4df1-92a2-109a0a32d911/Neil+RESIZED-17.jpg Portfolio https://www.myglastonburystory.com/selects daily 0.75 2021-04-12 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1616418134480-1W48CS2CSXIVPHTNCTGE/Ian+Anderson+1970-2.jpg Selects - Ian Anderson, 1970 “The night before we’d been at the legendary Bristol Troubadour club celebrating the release of the first albums on what became quite a well-reputed ‘alternative folk’ label of the day, Village Thing. I’d been booked for this unknown festival, as had fellow Troubadour resident Keith Christmas. Various bods from the music press and artist friends like Al Stewart had come down from London for the Friday night, so the next day a whole gang of us – some rather the worse for wear! – piled into vehicles and pointed ourselves south. I just remember our gang lounging on the grass, like everybody else as was the hippy habit in those days, and watching whoever came on. I’m not entirely sure that those appearing on the day bore much relation to the poster. Quintessence, Amazing Blondel and Stackridge (several times, i.i.r.c.) came and went.” © photo taken by Jo Gedrych https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1618217113675-CQ21TML9ILGGS0UBPSLA/Robert+Blomfield+1971+extras-1.jpeg Selects - Will Blomfield, 1971 “From what I understand from my dad's recollections, the '70 "Pilton Pop, Blues and Folk Festival", as it was originally known, was a bit of a non-event. The hippy jungle drums had spread word of the festival to London where my parents lived at the time. They drove to the festival in a VW Camper out of idle curiosity and the fact that it only cost £1 to get in. Perhaps as a further incentive Worthy Farm was also offering free milk to festival goers. The experience can't have completely put my parents off because they returned for the second festival in 1971 - one of my favourite photos is of a hippy getting a ride in a tractor bucket (I'm in the background with my mum). My dad's photos of 1971 festival are more striking as the event was clearly a little bit bigger and the Pyramid Stage was a great focal point but it was still tiny compared to the current version.”” © photo taken by Robert Blomfield https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1616419069589-Y1LZW9OY9624XO2B9N44/David+Trippas-3.jpg Selects - David Trippas, 1984 “I hitched from the stones to Worthy farm and got in for free, no fences see, I had my camera with me, it was funny like crossing into another land. I parked myself, boots, sweater, a stripped suit top and shorts, by a bloke to the right of the farmhouse. He had a hut surrounded by a fence and a union jack flag on a flag pole. I pulled my coat over my head and crashed out, the first sleep for a couple of days after snorting wizz at the stones. When I woke up it was a glorious summers day and chummy with his flagpole leaned over his fence and said "24 people walked over you last night", you couldn't make it up, he must have counted and so it was festival time. All I remember was the mud and Ian Drury getting it throw at him as he performed. He stopped singing and then went into Spasticus Autisticus, you could have heard a pin drop when he finished and then they went wild. The finest piece of stage craft I have ever seen. And that was that.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1616419196174-0A1XX2N26DTVYCRX0GKR/Miranda+Millan+1985.jpg Selects - Miranda Millan, 1985 “I was born in Undle Ground field on 23/06/85, after my parents were part of the peace convoy who had been caught up in Battle of the Beanfield. This photograph circa 1989 after spending all day making my outfit in the kids field. Glastonbury is my birthday party every year, best place on Earth.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1616422063119-0TIBXUC0XHQLWTKPCTJQ/Steve+Streetly+1985.JPG Selects - Steve Streetly 1985 “We set off from Blackpool and the oil light came on after about 10 miles, ignored it and hoped for the best. Got to M5 and car overheated and we pulled up in a village in Somerset. Miraculously a vicar came out of the house we stopped at and offered to fix the car, which he did (changed a belt or something) we offered to pay but he insisted he didn’t want paying and gave us a bible each. Bizarre but true. We got in the queue of cars and could hear a reggae band playing (either aswad or steel pulse?) two of the lads jumped out and went over the fence, we got to the gate and my other pal had a broken leg in plaster so I asked where we should park? They said turn left into field and we parked opposite the pyramid stage as v muddy. Left car there until we got towed out on Sunday. Didn’t sleep for 2 days had a memorable weekend.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1616422383827-DX34HC4ZU9L145EU3UM8/Adi-Guru-13.jpg Selects - Adi-Guru Dasa “I was a London and Amsterdam squatter every year our tribe went to Glastonbury Festival. One year my friend and I walked all the way along the Ridgeway sleeping out under the stars...all the ancient sites along the way and from Avebury we hitchhiked and walked straight in to Glasto fest site really early and set up a camp in the kings meadow and waited for all the others to arrive. By ’91 I had left the drug hippy scene and became an ecstatic Hare Krishna monk. Every year I begged to be allowed to have a break from my temple services and join the Festival team that did Glastonbury. In the day time we went on singing procession around the site and fed thousands free food by our tent. At night we chanted from when the last band stopped playing on the main stage til early hours with a tent full of trippers. we had sitar players, dramas and kirtan and lots of incense. They were the days. Now Glasto became a bit commercial. In the old days it was wild, every year a vehicle was burned and the travellers and drug dealers scared everyone.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1616445263502-PAK83WPJQAL7JUKYTJ2Q/Jimmy+Green-1-2.jpg Selects - Jimmy Green “Muddy late 90s. Forget which year, we all piled down in his bosses hired BMW. Had to be dragged out by a tractor. Farmer was making a fiver a pop, had to stop at a garage while my mate jet washed the mud off it. Even tho it was muddy saw Radiohead play OK computer I think, it was either that or the proceeding year, or possibly 2000. Honestly, can’t remember the gigs but it was a mudbath!” © photo taken by Paul Tyler https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1616422624338-MB0RXHH22QZYWM2ABZE3/Victoria+Jackson-7.jpg Selects - Victoria Jackson, 1997 “It was an absolute mudfest. I was 18 and it was my first glastonbury with my boyfriend, my older brother (who had been going since the 80s), his wife and a big group of friends and family. I had no idea what to expect as it was my first ever festival. We didn't let the weather put us off (so cold and the rain never stopped) and to this day, its one of the best festival experiences that I've ever had. The pictures in the mud soup were in front of the other stage. I think it was Placebo that were scheduled to play that evening but the mud was that bad that the stage was sinking so there were delays with them coming on stage. We got drunk on tequila while we waited - thats whats in the bottle that I'm holding- and ended up just sliding around in the mud. Everyone around us gave us a really wide berth as you can see in the pictures. Still the best festival ever and can't wait to get back there in 2022!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1616422729676-EIS4SQY5NB2438FO50QX/Seb+Patane+2-2.jpg Selects - Seb Patane, 1997 “You might not believe this but I actually played at Glastonbury once. When I was at St Martin’s I was in a performance art group called ‘The New School of Pretension’, together with Christopher Owen and two more. We made homemade loops of things like Bowie, T Rex, Stereolab and Add N to X and mimed to them pretending to be electro/rock stars. For some reason people liked it and we were asked to play the ‘art’ tent in 1997. It was one of the muddiest years ever, when Radiohead headlined. I was so scared of going on stage that I downed half a bottle of Southern Comfort before so I was trashed and I don’t remember much of the performance, only that there were about 10 people in the audience. It was so grim, wet and depressing that we were almost crying all the time. We were supposed to play 2 nights but the morning after the first one we made a runner, leaving just a note for the organisers instead of our tent in the ‘VIP’ area which simply said ‘sorry’.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1616422917120-9JQ8HOJK1NU2Y67QQUX0/Stevie+Holmes+1999.jpg Selects - Stevie Holmes, 1999 “This is in the dance tent 1999 - I'm the one in the bright orange sarong with the belly out (very nineties!). This photo came about as I always carried an immense polaroid camera around with me at Glasto, and someone spotted it and all wanted in on a mega 'selfie' before selfies existed as we know them!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1616423042528-8CMAVMEHK2MX9PBBPODV/Jacqueline+Azura+Clayton-1.jpg Selects - Jacqueline Azura Clayton, 2000 “Glastonbury 2000 (age 9). Bowie played on my mums 40th birthday which couldn’t have been more perfect! Me and brother got interviewed by top of the pops Saturday but sadly we never made it on TV but we were super excited. Looking back we may not have made the best music choices but going as a kid was such a special experience.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1616423097719-ZV7YI1Y2SHE4701PZX55/Nick+Weetch+2005.jpg Selects - Nick Weetch, 2005 “One of my favourite times at Glastonbury was also one of the most dramatic. In 2005 we arrived on Thursday in glorious sunshine. Having set up and met friends at the usual Thursday night cider bus, we headed up the hill to enjoy the build up to the weekend at the stone circle. As dawn broke we could see the storm clouds rolling in and retreated to our tent. The storm was huge and the ground vibrated with each clap of thunder. When we emerged there was a river running where there had been a line of tents. There was no power on site and a bar had been struck by lightning. At the bottom of the field the old railway track had formed a dam and there were many submerged tents. But this photo sums up people’s attitude - just get on with it! The rest of the weekend was incredible. Everyone got really stuck in and wasn’t going to let the conditions get them down. There was also countless acts of kindness and charity along with the humour that defines the festival. I can’t wait to be back.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1616423286754-OMQCYE3RBAVEJM88ACNG/Hannah+Solle.jpg Selects - Hannah Solle, 2007 “As a local my pa used to work on the worthy farm radio so from 3 months old I spent every year frolicking in the fields of laughter and dance. I had my first warning of drugs here, I saw my Dad at his happiest here, I fell for my first love here, I had my first heartbreak here, I watched and met famous people galore here. My ultimate favourite memory was, I believe, in 2007 when I was 15. In the middle of the day I stumbled across the roots tent, which had a secret act about to appear. As I wiggled myself through a small crowd the Marley brothers were up on stage prepping.. A huge, tall rasta man guided me to the front, handed me a huge flag on a pole and said ‘I got ya, now soak it up kid’. And so I was there alone, with no woman no cry being sung to me by the Marleys themselves, holding my hand and everyone else with their lighters up. Wow, wow. I cry to this day hearing that song. The fields of Avalon and stone circle will always have a huge place in my heart” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1616423527741-AJGH7HCE8V66HDN9N9J2/Beth+Rowley.jpg Selects - Beth Rowley, 2011 “This was our first sunrise at the stone circle together. I was performing with my band and I invited him as a plus one… we’d not long been together. This night seemed to go on forever. I remember this moment at the stone circle so clearly, it felt like we were in a dream. I wanted to carry on forever and I knew I would never forget how perfect it was. He looked so beautiful. New love! No where on earth like it and no one else like my baby.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1616423612476-GVSPY7P7SG37OJHRVSRI/Ali+Bird+2016.jpg Selects - Ali Bird, 2016 “2016 - gosh that was a hard year. Going to the Jo Cox Memorial and listening to Billy Bragg sing so sweetly on the Thursday, then waking up to hear the Brexit vote result reverberating across the site with tent after tent just going "fuuuuuuuuck". That was HARD. This picture was taken while we were waiting for ELO to start on Sunday afternoon.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1616423861091-72W03QLO347PDWLVK23V/Inga+2019-2-2.jpg Selects - Inga, 2019 “The Beat Hotel at Glastonbury left some very special memories for me from the first time I went in 2017, and knowing that 2019 was their last year - I spent a large proportion of my time dancing there. It’s one of those places at Glastonbury where once you’re inside, you completely lose track of time. The strangers you end up dancing with are on a different energy level. My Kimono Partner - the girl I never even asked the name of, was full of that incredible energy. I swapped my kimono with her and the next thing we knew - we have started a clothes swapping chain with other dancers too!” https://www.myglastonburystory.com/women daily 0.75 2021-03-23 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1616448202653-IV7MBJIW50H7490EG35D/Jenny+Vesty+1970-2.jpg women - Jenny Vesty, 1970 “I was at the first festival in Pilton with Michale, my ex husband who sadly passed away earlier this year. On either the 30th anniversary or the 40th, probably the latter, I was driving by the site thinking “Was it really that long ago and was I really there?” when on the radio I heard him being interviewed, talking about the first one and what it was like then. He had gone on to work on the acoustic stage in latter years. As the saying goes “If you can remember it then you weren’t there” All I can remember is that it rained right up to the day that it started, we were there to help set it up so didn't have to pay £1 entrance fee. It was held in two fields, not a lot of people came, there was a St John’s Ambulance, an ice cream van and the sound system was crap!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1616448834192-CXVRPJ7GULMUEKWKCS0X/Zoradi+1983.jpg women - Zoradi, 1983 “This photo was taken of me camping next to the stage in 1983, back in the days when you could do that. The first year I went was 1981, a couple of years before this photo was taken. I went with my boyfriend who’d heard about the gig somewhere, I had a two seater triumph spitfire, grew up in Bristol and had never even heard of Pilton, or even Somerset and it felt like hours driving into the unknown with a road map. We went on a Saturday lunchtime, with a carton of 200 B&H, a few cans, and a few quid. Parked at the top of the hill looking down at the stage. I’d never seen people like this.. we slept in the car, didn’t even have a blanket. What sold me was seeing Hawkwind. A green laser went up from the top of the Pyramid all the way to the stars. I was spellbound. My boyfriend was irritable, lack of. food, drink, clothing! We left Monday morning and I knew I’d be back. Now 40 years later, I live in Somerset town about 20 minutes from Glastonbury and I’ve handed the mantel to my daughters. ” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1616448892682-TK1LV5D1SOJDTG1KTZR0/Miranda+Millan+1985.jpg women - Miranda Millan, 1985 “I was born in Undle Ground field on 23/06/85, after my parents were part of the peace convoy who had been caught up in Battle of the Beanfield. This photograph circa 1989 after spending all day making my outfit in the kids field. Glastonbury is my birthday party every year, best place on Earth.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1616448989513-CO86N4Z1HLWULOET1G4J/Victoria+Marsden-4-2.jpg women - Victoria Marsden 1993 “With my children Zoe, Astara and Crystal and Zoe's godmother Samantha in the Kings Meadow by the stone circle preparing to do a handfasting for Samantha and her partner. Astara and Zoe had just done an incense making workshop, when we ran into Zoe's godmother Samantha, on the main drag pathway She asked me to perform a handfasting. We had the incense..element of Air.. which the girls had named Luna. We stopped at the Tiny Tea Tent to buy cake.. element of Earth. Then we bought a candle.. element of Fire and a candle holder. We had a bottle of Glastonbury spring water.. element of Water. So everything had manifested that was needed and we met up by the standing stone circle to conduct the handfasting ceremony. A magical day.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1616452353401-J0KMHHZ6SLEIAUODL9AL/Victoria+Jackson-7.jpg women - Victoria Jackson, 1997 “It was an absolute mudfest. I was 18 and it was my first glastonbury with my boyfriend, my older brother (who had been going since the 80s), his wife and a big group of friends and family. I had no idea what to expect as it was my first ever festival. We didn't let the weather put us off (so cold and the rain never stopped) and to this day, its one of the best festival experiences that I've ever had. The pictures in the mud soup were in front of the other stage. I think it was Placebo that were scheduled to play that evening but the mud was that bad that the stage was sinking so there were delays with them coming on stage. We got drunk on tequila while we waited - thats whats in the bottle that I'm holding- and ended up just sliding around in the mud. Everyone around us gave us a really wide berth as you can see in the pictures. Still the best festival ever and can't wait to get back there in 2022!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1616449096728-03V4Q8IVS7PDNAP6HKI5/Stevie+Holmes+1999.jpg women - Stevie Holmes, 1999 “This is in the dance tent 1999 - I'm the one in the bright orange sarong with the belly out (very nineties!). This photo came about as I always carried an immense polaroid camera around with me at Glasto, and someone spotted it and all wanted in on a mega 'selfie' before selfies existed as we know them!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1616449256592-MRRYQ31ZB0J5FE8NATAJ/Amy+Antler+Wilding-1.jpg women - Amy, 2000 “I have just had a message from Ranen, pointing out that, at about 6pm on June 22nd 2000, he picked me up from work after answering my plea for a lift share to Glastonbury. TWENTY YEARS AGO. The only question I could think to ask him, when he asked if there was anything I wanted to know about him was "Are you an axe murderer?" I promised him sandwiches, which he has still never received. We got stuck in traffic and ended up pitching tents at 4am, then hung out together for the rest of the festival. He was so hooked on the festival that he set up a walkabout act that we did together for years. Without him, I'd never have dared to buy the Housebox and it would never have made it back on to the road. Mates for life thanks to that lift-share. I must make him some sandwiches.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1616449368290-MU53LH7LIYSBT75PMS0J/Hannah+Solle.jpg women - Hannah Solle, 2007 “As a local my pa used to work on the worthy farm radio so from 3 months old I spent every year frolicking in the fields of laughter and dance. I had my first warning of drugs here, I saw my Dad at his happiest here, I fell for my first love here, I had my first heartbreak here, I watched and met famous people galore here. My ultimate favourite memory was, I believe, in 2007 when I was 15. In the middle of the day I stumbled across the roots tent, which had a secret act about to appear. As I wiggled myself through a small crowd the Marley brothers were up on stage prepping.. A huge, tall rasta man guided me to the front, handed me a huge flag on a pole and said ‘I got ya, now soak it up kid’. And so I was there alone, with no woman no cry being sung to me by the Marleys themselves, holding my hand and everyone else with their lighters up. Wow, wow. I cry to this day hearing that song. The fields of Avalon and stone circle will always have a huge place in my heart” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1616449470754-OYCINLF2PO5BYT6FOSVO/Beth+Rowley.jpg women - Beth Rowley, 2011 “This was our first sunrise at the stone circle together. I was performing with my band and I invited him as a plus one… we’d not long been together. This night seemed to go on forever. I remember this moment at the stone circle so clearly, it felt like we were in a dream. I wanted to carry on forever and I knew I would never forget how perfect it was. He looked so beautiful. New love! No where on earth like it and no one else like my baby.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1616449570380-5O7Z2AFIOVQQNZYBI7HP/Heidi+Wesson+2013-2.jpg women - Heidi Wesson, 2013 “In June 2013 I was 9 months pregnant but the baby was not due until July. My other babies had been born two weeks late so I was not expecting anything to happen just yet. I had been to watch the Rolling Stones on the viewing platform but we left after a few songs (controversial but we were bored!) we went to see Chase and Status instead. I felt a few twinges then but thought it was just her enjoying the music as she often did. Her dad, Sean, had arrived on site that day and gone off with one of our friends to Naughty Corner. I sat in crew camp with a few friends and we rang them to come back. They thought I was joking and came running into the caravan saying he hadn't done a risk assessment that it couldn't happen! Tracy's daughter, Lindsey, called it in on the radio they asked if I was breathing, she said “very heavily she's in labour!!” they couldn't find us so Stu ran to find them. A little festival ambulance van took us to Ivy Mead and we were stopped at every gate. Lindsey ran across site and somehow managed to get to the hospital tent before us and apparently face planted on her way she told me later... no midwife was available and someone told Tracy I had been taken in. She called Lindsey to see if I was alright and appeared in her panda outfit (Glasto-style!). She said very calmly “let's get her out!”.... Emelia (or Acadia as the festival family call her) was born at 3.10am on 30 June, weighing a healthy 6lb 6oz. Tracy, still dressed as a Panda, was crying her eyes out and covered in blood. Her & Sean cut the umbilical cord.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1616449737071-2C98GH5LC5O4IELX1KLS/Vanessa+Miles+2015.jpg women - Emma James, 2015 “That’s me in the background with the rainbow hat. I think the girl was actually a woman knelt down on her knee. He was so gracious and stopped to speak with several of us along the route. He held my hand just before this shot and I wished him a happy birthday.” © photo taken by Vanessa Miles https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1616449827685-9LN83QOLSKBCU6QTGABS/Ali+Bird+2016.jpg women - Ali Bird, 2016 “2016 - gosh that was a hard year. Going to the Jo Cox Memorial and listening to Billy Bragg sing so sweetly on the Thursday, then waking up to hear the Brexit vote result reverberating across the site with tent after tent just going "fuuuuuuuuck". That was HARD. This picture was taken while we were waiting for ELO to start on Sunday afternoon.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1616449963588-WY048TU6AQCZOZ1PTPNO/Gaia+%26+Calum-284.jpg women - Gaia & Calum, 2017 “Quite a crowd had gathered for the ceremony which we hadn't expected and it was quite nerve wracking being in front of so many people, but we just focused on each other and we soon forgot about everybody watching .The ceremony itself was more than we could ever have hoped for and we are so grateful to Sandie and Andy for all the hard work they put in to it for us, two complete strangers. At the end, we jumped over the broomstick we had made into our new lives together. Sandie and Andy then presented is with a hand written card from Michael Eavis wishing us the best in our marriage and expressing his happiness that we chose to be handfasted at his festival. We knew they were local but we didn't know how local! It was an amazing moment.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1616452102304-8VC3IOEQ1BKQ57R5KIUS/Amy+Harris+2019-2.jpg women - Amy Harris, 2019 “This picture was taken in 2019. Our girl gang have been together every year for the past 10 and this was the first Glastonbury we had together after losing our best friend, Faye in a tragic way. As you can see in the pics we are carrying a pineapple. Faye always said she was the pineapple queen, if you knew her you would know exactly why, she shared so many wacky attributes with the tropical fruit. After her death, many people remembered her by buying pineapples and there was even a memorial where everyone brought one along. We carried the pineapple to every stage so we could have her with us, especially listening to Liam Gallagher (we are proud Mancunians) The most magical moment happened when a woman we had never met approached us and asked us if the pineapple was for Faye. We couldn’t believe that out of thousands of people this would happen.and that her legacy had reached so many people.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1616450113895-IHGIJ1714G7D1MTC2CPN/Inga+2019-2-2.jpg women - Inga, 2019 “The Beat Hotel at Glastonbury left some very special memories for me from the first time I went in 2017, and knowing that 2019 was their last year - I spent a large proportion of my time dancing there. It’s one of those places at Glastonbury where once you’re inside, you completely lose track of time. The strangers you end up dancing with are on a different energy level. My Kimono Partner - the girl I never even asked the name of, was full of that incredible energy. 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One year my friend and I walked all the way along the Ridgeway sleeping out under the stars...all the ancient sites along the way and from Avebury we hitchhiked and walked straight in to Glasto fest site really early and set up a camp in the kings meadow and waited for all the others to arrive. By ’91 I had left the drug hippy scene and became an ecstatic Hare Krishna monk. Every year I begged to be allowed to have a break from my temple services and join the Festival team that did Glastonbury. In the day time we went on singing procession around the site and fed thousands free food by our tent. At night we chanted from when the last band stopped playing on the main stage til early hours with a tent full of trippers. we had sitar players, dramas and kirtan and lots of incense. They were the days. Now Glasto became a bit commercial. In the old days it was wild, every year a vehicle was burned and the travellers and drug dealers scared everyone.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606254171596-T7L6CHXBHYPXNZNWFSZJ/Bruce+Knight-8.jpg Archive - 1990s - Bruce knight, 1990 (pictures above) “My first festival was 1990. I was a teenager just going to watch some bands. I discovered amazing people, a celebration of life itself and a feeling of freedom. I had no idea how this festival would change my life. It took me 3 days to get home that first year. I left the site in a hurry, in the back of a van full of people I didn’t know. A pitched battle was going on between travellers and security, stuff was on fire. It was saddening to witness after the beautiful days I’d just had, days that definitely changed my view of life. The Festival also changed a lot in the following years. During a rainstorm, in the mud fest of 1998, me and my girlfriend ran into the Circus Big Top to take cover. That’s when it happened. I fell in love, with Circus and Theatre. I remember watching one particular act, a man dancing in the air, doing tricks on a trapeze and I thought, “I wish I could do that. I’d love to do that.” Back in daily life, I started spending every spare moment, and every penny I had, on learning aerial circus skills, acting, dance, clowning classes and workshops. In 2002 my wish came true. That year I performed for the first time at Glastonbury, on trapeze, in the very same Big Top where I had watched and dreamed. It was mind blowing and overwhelming. At the time I couldn’t imagine doing anything better, but it was just the beginning. As part of the Swinging Elvises, a tongue in cheek tribute trapeze act, I became one of many regular performers in the Lost Vagueness Casino & Ballroom. I loved it. Lost Vagueness was like Bugsy Malone meets Bacchanalia; a glitter packed, dressing up, wild rumpus where everyone became part of the show. One year the Elvises were the warm up act for Fat Boy Slim’s “secret” gig in the Ballroom. Nearly the whole of Glastonbury turned up. People couldn’t get in the field, let alone the tent, it was so packed. Lost Vagueness, was always brilliantly chaotic and hilarious, no matter how many hours of organisation went into it. It eventually came to an end, but, in my humble opinion, it changed the course of festival history and inspired all sorts of theatre and pop culture. I went on to do various work in the Circus & Theatre Fields. It was great but I missed those amazing vagueness nights. Again, I couldn’t imagine doing anything better. Then in 2008 I started working with a new theatre company, Copperdollar. Copperdollar became the most incredible arts project I’ve ever been part of. The Artistic Director, Katie Simpson, had been involved with Lost Vagueness and knew the many magic tricks needed to create a great festival venue. Copperdollar’s ‘Back of Beyond,’ a late night fully interactive venue based on the Mexican Day of the Dead, became a regular feature at Glastonbury, in ‘The Common,’ up until 2017. More than 30 cast and crew, would run the show, all in character, for six hours solid every night and we loved it! It was one big amazing circus family. The Back of Beyond was theatre at it’s best and the best party I’ve ever been to, all in one. More than a show, it was a non stop night of surprises and the audience were actively encouraged to become part of it. Words cannot do it justice. I have so many hilarious, beautiful, magic, messy and treasured memories thanks to the greatest arts festival in the world. I shall forever be there in spirit. Thank you Glastonbury and the Eavis family. Congratulations on your 50th! Glastonbury has the ability to open people up to possibility. When it returns it will undoubtedly continue to be a life changing event for many, many people. May the story never end…” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606253599652-3XIHOT7R4CRYSIBMUSEI/Greg+Limna+1990-1.jpg Archive - 1990s Greg Limna, 1990 “My first Glastonbury was in 1990. I had just graduated from Manchester Uni and myself and 3 friends (Vince, Laura & Jon) decided to go to the festival. We bought tickets the week before, jumped in my old Austin Allegro early on the Friday morning and arrived by lunchtime to see Lush open on the Pyramid stage. We had no idea what to expect and had no tent so we ended up sleeping in the car to keep out of the rain. It was the height of the Madchester scene and the Happy Monday’s headlined the Friday night. It had rained quite a bit by then and I remember the sight of lots of Mancunians raving in the rain with their flares weighed down with heavy wet mud, but loving every minute of it.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606253649626-ARE2SHIORZEEHGWJGP8A/Greg+Limna+1990-2.jpg Archive - 1990s https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606486550329-4OZ8I50GFOPVZ2MDXS2D/Simon+Laken+1990+tent-1.jpg Archive - 1990s - Simon Laken, 1990 “My first Glastonbury festival in 1990. I arrived Friday afternoon to the Happy Mondays playing and couldn’t find a camping spot big enough for our tent so pitched halfway onto a footpath. Archaos were amazing, often performing on a stage on top of the pyramid stage simultaneously” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606486788050-4XAUHWTOGV3IS7ZNP58P/Simon+Laken+1990+tent-1.jpg Archive - 1990s - Ben Hardcastle, 1992 “I went with my friend Chris to Glastonbury in 1992. We went by coach from Colchester. It was my 18th birthday that weekend. This photo was taken just after having seen Lou Reed and The Orb.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606255316583-5PR5ZDFN9Z0RGKHHUY9B/Mandy+Borsberry+1992+pic+by+Caroline+Fryer-1.jpg Archive - 1990s Mandy Borsberry, 1992 “Sitting around in the blazing sunshine, probably feeling proud that we had scaled the Glastonbury perimeter fence (or maybe paid a security guard 10 quid to squeeze through a hole in the fence) and gotten in for free! Glastonbury ‘92” Photos by Caroline Fryer https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606255288041-RQWQQU23B3Q187D2M9BT/Mandy+Borsberry+1992+pic+by+Caroline+Fryer-2.jpg Archive - 1990s https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606486869000-UJFCOGHKRT86V44D38SN/Emma+Marston+1992.jpg Archive - 1990s - Emma Marston, 1992 “I had a rummage and I found a photo from Glastonbury 92, my first ever festival aged 17. It was boiling hot. I remember seeing Primal Scream, The Orb, Lou Reed and Van Morrison, oh and because it was the 90s the Levellers played, and the Shaman, Carter USM, James (actually maybe James didn't play I can't remember? ) and probably a digaredoo, pan pipes and obvs everyone wore white t shirts Amazing times!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624454418622-IHTIBZZBSJWLDBLHEUVA/Stephen+Armstrong+1992.jpg Archive - 1990s - Stephen Armstrong, 1992 “My first and only Glastonbury. I remember pleading with my parents to let me go and part with the 50 quid needed to get a ticket. My friends had been to Reading the summer before and I was desperate not to miss out again… Today, as a dad of two, I can understand why my parents were worried. But fair play to mum and dad who, against their better judgement, let me go. Reading back on the diary I wrote of the weekend I can see why they were concerned but I also think I repaid their faith in me. I pitched up a wide eyed, naïve 17 year old and left pretty much the same, but with a little bit of the Glastonbury spirit lodged inside me. “Glastonbury was FUCKING AMAZING!!!” I wrote… It’s basically a huge hippy fair where bands play and where there are loads of clothes stalls and food places. “Everyone there was in a great mood. Got v. stoned and pissed the whole time but the best thing about it was the community… Just pitching up your tents in a circle with people you know and trust. And it seemed you could kind of just ‘relate’ to everyone who was there, in some way or another. At the gigs, everyone was smiling as if they were on the same sort of level as you… We pitched up in a beautiful field, close to the main stages but out of the way of the main paths so you didn’t feel hassled by continual streams of people. And wow, there were SO MANY PEOPLE…! Tents everywhere! The days were spent lazing around drinking, smoking and getting stoned. I don’t think I have been as continuously out of it for 12 hours ever! We got up at 8.00, got ourselves some doughnuts, had breakfast and got stoned. Everyone had gear so it was all just so relaxed… The only time this stopped was when we went to see the bands. They were all amazing but the ones that I’ll never forget [and I still remember them to this day] were Back to the Planet, Primal Scream, Blur and 808 State. Yes, rave bands!!! You just close your eyes, dance and your mind merges with the music and the lights!!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606255554857-28HUR1Q8UN6DWICA70WN/Scott+Williams.jpg Archive - 1990s - Scott Williams, 1992 “1992 was our second year at Glastonbury Festival, we’d been first in 1990 travelling there by coach and walking from the town itself to the Festival site in Pilton, there were loads of walking along the road, music playing from cars in the queues - beers and smokes being passed around and by the time we’d arrived on site we opted to plonk our ridge tent in front of the Pyramid. That year my girlfriend (now wife) and I had hardly moved from the tent, except to get food and use the facilities. We’d woken up on the Monday after the end of the Festival to the sound of shouting and we could hear the trouble between the Travellers and the security kicking off. We were terrified and after the trouble the Festival had a year off, this time we took the train to Taunton and then the Badger Bus to Glastonbury, we spent the day wandering around the town before hitching a lift into the site. We were dropped off near Pedestrian Gate C and walked down the ‘hill of death’ and into the Glebeland, camping areas were almost full so we kept walking, crossing the railway line and eventually settling in a quiet field called Pennards with a view of the Other Stage. We put the tent up, and sat in the long grass, relaxing with a smoke and a bottle of Mezcal Tequila, which attracted our new neighbours round, We chatted and gave out ‘Lunatics have taken over the asylum’ badges. We didn’t spend much time at the tent and we were there for the Levellers, Back To The Planet, The Shamen, and The Saw Doctors. However we were to discover The Ozric Tentacles, who played repeatedly across the site, I loved watching them in the various tents in Green Futures. Each gig they announced where they were going to be playing next. We followed them about, catching Radical Dance Faction, and Nik Turner (we were both fans of Hawkwind), one of many Gong incarnations possibly Magick Brothers, and Attila and Otway for the first time. First day and there was a magic ceremony on the opening night in the healing fields, I think it was the marriage of the god and goddess, and Undle Ground had a fire show. We chilled watching Skinning The Cat perform and in the dark I left my tobacco tin in the grass, losing our stash! We were near what became Glade trying to decide who to see next, having scored a tiny amount of squidgy from a bloke with a machete, who the Mrs refused to pay the full amount for such a rubbish deal. The last of the light was draining away from behind Glastonbury Tor and a woman shoved a large newspaper wrapped bundle in my chest, saying: “A gift for you!” I turned and she was gone, i opened the bundle expecting it to be food from Manic Organic or something. It was chock full of buds! From then on all I remember is sound and colours augmented by the scent of sensi. We danced to Senser, Bates Motel (one of my favourite bands at the time), Jah Wobble, and The Orb, watched Lush, Curve and Blur. Our world music odyssey started that year too with Youssou n’Dour, and Hugh Masekela topping a world music line-up on the new Jazzworld Stage. We spent our nights in the Traveller Field in pitch blackness, getting directions to more Ozric appearances from the denizens on the roofs of the many vans. Enjoying tiny collaborations and playing the bongos badly around campfires. Watching strings of pretty people meander around tents to stop for 10 minutes for a smoke or a sip and a chat before dancing off into the night. Before stumbling back to our tent in the early light before dawn, through a quiet world of remnants of chaos, lazily smouldering fires, random giggling, and the occasional crash of a toilet door breaking the peaceful silence. We finished the Festival with Cheapsuit Oroonies and Kangaroo Moon. It was an amazing year, probably my Glastonbury highlight, and was rounded off with bumping in to Ozric’s Jon on the way out of the Festival and us walking to Pilton together - he signed our programme. I think I may even have given him the rest of the newspaper bundle before we made our way home via Glastonbury Town, the Tor, the Abbey, the Sacred Well Gardens, and spent our time outside Pendragons and Star Child.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606486982795-E6KJ1Q5TK7DJJM10X1ZR/Emma+Marston+1992.jpg Archive - 1990s - Sean Miller, 1992 “In those days all the lighting, sound etc. were stripped from the Pyramid Stage overnight... almost as soon as the crowds had gone from the headliners there'd be workmen up there taking things down... by 6am it would be like this... no speakers in the speaker stacks, no lighting rigs... just an empty shell, with perhaps a few boxes lying around... they didn't really care... In 1992 I 'played from the Pyramid Stage' on Monday morning, but it was only to a few friends... was easy enough to climb up and the barriers had gone... I don't recall if this was the case on mornings when the festival was 'live' - I can't imagine it would have been.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606301756424-SRMDQLGIJITRKLLPTRLR/Martin+De+Heaver+1993.jpg Archive - 1990s - Martin De Heaver, 1993 “Two days into a wonderful Glastonbury with my late friend Robin Sandoe, we found ourselves sitting in the front row of the circus tent, more than a little the worse for wear. I was enticed into playing a supporting role on stage by an equally trashed acrobat. Such happy memories.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624454776180-IEXUGELUE8R5ARNS2FOH/John+Avalon.jpg Archive - 1990s - John Novis, 1993 “It’s dusk at the Glastonbury Festival. It’s that small window of time when the mid-summer sun sets casting a golden, wan light over this ancient land. The day’s busy activity and madness is ceasing, beckoning a moment of reflection before the moon rises and artificial lights rev up the ceremony of merry making. A slow drum beat from a nearby tent, gather with friends and take in the mystical energy carried through the Vale of Avalon on cooler air from the Tor. Close your eyes for a moment and be with those ancestors from way way back, who also meditated at this twilight hour at this very place.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624454663907-5VUXRDA4H7OAPCNSW38M/Thomas+Trilby-01.jpg Archive - 1990s - Jem Maynard Watts (aka Thomas Trilby) My first Glastonbury was 1993. I was a student in York. Had been desperate to go having discovered festivals in 6th form. A friend rolled back from Glasto in about 1989, wearing a lab coat, wellies and a spaced out look on his face. We were litter picking. Drove down in my mini. Parked about 20 yards from a pedestrian gate. Camped up in the Greenpeace compound. Was scared by the communal vegan food. More scared by the mixed communal showers. Rode round all day on the back of a tractor driven by a bearded gent who had been since the first year, dropping off empty bins, picking up full ones. He stopped *very* regularly around the greenfields for a recreational moment. Saw a naked man with a bong chatting to a policeman. A tent of middle aged ladies would cover you in sun cream. Factor 50. Like toothpaste. Saw a moment to use a backstage toilet. Passed Nick Cave on the way in. Possibly used the same dunny. Fell in love with the place. The festival. Not the toilets.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606301919182-CEE6M30GOM2VAOQD8894/Malcolm+Green-2.jpg Archive - 1990s - Malcolm Green, 1993 “The police were a bit more relaxed in the 90s in fact they still are. Queuing to get out one year the bobbie on junction duty was letting 20 car through at a time. We were number 21. I managed to bribe him with a bag of wotsits and he let us through, saved us lots time.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606302121103-94JWEUANBY0RZWXA66S1/Karen+Hughes+1993-1.jpg Archive - 1990s - Karen Hughes, 1993 “My best friend Lainey Aldridge and I went to the festival most years as Lainey’s birthday falls on or near Glastonbury weekend. This was the morning of her 24th which we celebrated with some special cookies her uncle had made. We’re still the best of friends but don’t make it to Glastonbury so often as it’s so flipping hard to get tickets these days! There’s always next year...” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606302215728-5SRZ5Z88GKJWQA5TSDSW/Karen+Lee+Moss+1993-1.jpg Archive - 1990s - Karen Lee-Moss, 1993 “So this could have been 1993, and possibly the year I had to drive that Camper on to site, being the only person with a ticket, whilst 4 or 5 others were concealed in bags and boxes in the back. I drove over a security guard's foot and saw him later in the week plastered up to his knee. So it can't have been the year we came in through a stream and a fence, into a secure artists' area and had to break back out to get our stuff. It could have been the scorching year we'd spent the week before making some killer fudge that funded the week, leaving people who ate it hungrier than before. It might have been the year we saw Faithless, or The Orb, or Orbital, or Massive Attack, or the year we saw no bands at all, drinking chai in the Tiny Tea Tent, or serving tequila in our hidden bar, listening to Dr Didg, keeping out of the mud. It was though the year that my late friend PG slept through the whole of Glastonbury packing up around him, eventually being the only thing left in that field, fast asleep. Definitely good times, 1993. Maybe.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606302365895-DD1QLVZCXISBLBJLLHHP/Victoria+Marsden-4-2.jpg Archive - 1990s - Victoria Marsden 1993 “With my children Zoe, Astara and Crystal and Zoe's godmother Samantha in the Kings Meadow by the stone circle preparing to do a handfasting for Samantha and her partner. Astara and Zoe had just done an incense making workshop, when we ran into Zoe's godmother Samantha, on the main drag pathway She asked me to perform a handfasting. We had the incense..element of Air.. which the girls had named Luna. We stopped at the Tiny Tea Tent to buy cake.. element of Earth. Then we bought a candle.. element of Fire and a candle holder. We had a bottle of Glastonbury spring water.. element of Water. So everything had manifested that was needed and we met up by the standing stone circle to conduct the handfasting ceremony. A magical day.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624455243914-AH4E610CIGO1KQDQSVKQ/Ben+Gold-1.jpg Archive - 1990s - Ben Gold, 1994 “So many in focus photos and so many blurry memories i'm finding it hard to know where to begin! I’ve been photographing Glastonbury for over 20 years, starting I think in 1994…Several years jumping fences culminating in 2002 with a 14 hour failed nocturnal attempt to beat the new super fence, finally being picked up in the early hours by security who, I think on seeing my camera, took us on a tour of said fence with me taking pictures along the way! Eventually dropped right next to a tout who walked me straight in - A a few years followed as a guest of the Jazz stage, mud sliding around with close friends, finding hidden pockets of joy including the piano bar and many many more. I was then lucky enough to become one of the official photographers for the wonderful Theatre and Circus fields where I spent several years having a hilarious, joy filled, side splitting time capturing the vast array of world class entertainment.......Kids then blessed my life so I've had a few too many years off but hoping to return in the not too distant future.” You can see some of Ben’s pictures here https://www.bengold.co.uk/i-love-glastonbury https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624455561730-UDKJBTEYACTEEPCPE3Q3/Kevin+Rait+1994.jpg Archive - 1990s - Kevin Rait, 1994 “It was 1994, I was 16 and just deep into my GCSE’s. I didn’t have a ticket and wasn’t planning to go, my friends who were doing their A-levels had a minibus and a responsible adult. 2 days before one of the guys going was told by the school that if he went he would be kicked out and not allowed to do a-levels the next year. Somehow I persuaded my parents to allow me to go and I bundled into the bus with 1 days notice. The next 3 days changed my life. The line up that year was insane. Orbital opened my ears to new wonderous sounds. Long before the mobile phone I managed to meet my dad who had driven for 4 hours at the agreed meeting point at midnight on Sunday and made it back to Kent for a 9.30am GCSE exam. Photos from that year and 95 were mainly rubbish long shots of a band from the middle of a mosh pit, so here’s one from 2000. These days we’ve had the bun fight to grab tickets, sometimes lucks in, sometimes it’s not. Dreaming of being back in my happy place in a couple of years time.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624455845895-IIVT7CAU996D8JAEAXXM/Rvd+Helen+Drever.jpg Archive - 1990s - Helen Drever, 1994 "Many years ago, long before I became a vicar in beautiful rural Somerset, I spent my winters living in deepest hippy dippy west Wales and my summers working on the camp and festival circuit, with the Oak Dragon Clan. After an ‘unfortunate’ spell in a rather grubby London squat it was heaven. I lived half the year in a geodesic dome lined with saris’ and furnished with a futon, wool carpet, woodburner and entire flock of sheepskins. It is possible I may have neglected to mention this to my Bishop. One of my Oak Dragon friends had run the site crew kitchens at the Glastonbury Festival for many years and in 1994 I joined her and the Goose Hall kitchen crew. Back then it’s fair to say I wasn’t a regular church-goer but I was a very earnest Vipassana meditator and followed the five Buddhist ethical precepts scrupulously, the fifth of which was to abstain from all intoxicants that cloud the mind...this singled me out among my more hedonistic colleagues as the ideal crew member to run the breakfast shift. One morning not long after I had risen from the sleep of the innocent ready to fry 600 eggs, two of my friends returned from a night of relentlessly partying. They looked a little the worse for wear so I made each of them a cup of hot sweet tea… ‘have you seen the pyramid stage’ they asked... ’of course’ I said… ’no’ they said ‘have you seen it this morning since it burnt down’, ‘what are you taking about?’ I replied, ‘don’t tell me you slept through the whole thing, the fire engines and the emergency vehicles’ said Blue Dave. Well I wasn’t going to be fooled by these two well known jokers, I hadn’t heard a thing, obviously they were winding me up after a night on the lash. I was having none of it no matter how insistent they were. Eventually they gave up and went to their benders and to their beds...with everything set up ready for the breakfast shift and half an hour spare I decided to go for a short walk...in the direction of the pyramid stage... imagine my surprise to encounter its smouldering twisted remains... the joke was on me..." https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624455665801-1HOM1EHUWRP9HN8M9188/Simon+Russell+1994.jpg Archive - 1990s - Simon Russell, 1994 “Sorry for the quality of this picture, it's me and my friend Simeon meeting Michael Eavis at the entrance as he was welcoming in festival goers, we were 17 and this was our first Glastonbury so we were astonished to see the great man right there, so we thought we would ask him if we could have a picture taken with him. The film is 110 cassette format in one of those slim compact cameras from the 80s so it's a bit grainy!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624526256482-E2A8NRTTBFND0AFDX3QH/Stevie+Holmes+1994-2.jpg Archive - 1990s - Stevie Holmes, 1994 “This is Fay, Fay has just woke to find her bags been stolen from her tent while she slept. Fay is also smug inside as she knows it was just full of dirty socks and pants.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624531872793-05BEO8XBGBF3R9XEC89V/Katie+Brandwood_pre+2000_Breakfast+at+the+tent.jpg Archive - 1990s - Katie Brandwood, 1994 (pictures below) “My Glastonbury story began in 1994 when I was 7-years-old and my sister was 4. Mum and Dad had been going since 1981 with CND, and couldn’t wait to take us as soon as we were old enough. They would take us out of school with the permission of the headteacher, and then take it in turns to look after us in the Kidz Field while the other would go and enjoy the music. If they both wanted to see the same band, they would plonk us down on a blanket with colouring books and crayons, surrounded by dancing crowds. My memory of those early years is very hazy, but that’s not to say the festival wasn’t already embedding itself in my psyche and shaping my identity. We would go almost every year, and each time my eyes would open up a little bit more to how incredibly lucky I was to have access to such a special place. For a painfully shy and socially awkward teenager, Glastonbury was a form of release and an escape from the trials and tribulations of growing up. We nearly always camped on Big Ground, where I would wake up to the poetry of the Pyramid Stage soundchecks (“one two, one two...yeeeeeah”) and go to sleep with the soothing heartbeat of the festival in my ears. I didn’t care much for the music until I reached my late teens, and instead our days - and nights - centred around the alternative areas like Theatre and Circus, Field of Avalon and the Greenfields (or “Hippy Fields” as I used to call them). I can still remember the visceral feeling of standing in a chilly field in the middle of the night, warmed by the throb of the crowd around me and the flames of some freakish, mind-expanding circus with its loud pumping music. For a child, this is powerful character-forming stuff. From the hilarious and imaginative daytime walkabouts, to the gravity-defying aerial acts in the Big Top, to all the weird-as-hell late night spectaculars, Glastonbury always set a bar for quality when it came to the performing arts. Over the years I’ve often found myself using the phrase “very Glastonbury” to describe something that comes close to that experience. It’s a massive compliment. The festival grew with me into adulthood, as more and more areas opened up and evolved. 2004 was the last year I attended solely with my parents, before entering a new era of independent festival-going. I couldn’t wait to bring my friends and to see the festival through their eyes. Glastonbury continues to inspire me creatively in everything I do, including a career in the arts. One day I would love to introduce it to my 16-month-old daughter, just as my parents did with my sister and me all those years ago. From 2000 - 2009 I wrote a detailed daily diary, documenting my teenage and student years in full which, of course, included our annual pilgrimage to Worthy Farm. I’ve pulled out a collection of anecdotes, reflections and revelations to give a taste of my Glastonbury journey through the noughties. For more of these, please follow my Instagram account @glasto_teenage_diaries.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624526612167-JNXRZ1DED2MOVKM6UPCF/Stevie+Holmes+Castle+Cary+1994-2-2.jpg Archive - 1990s - Stevie Holmes, 1994 “Waiting for a friend at the station before boarding the bus to the site. We travelled light back then...” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624534718306-R7827E8XINNZ41RNVPJW/April+Cummings-brothers+bar+-+2000.jpg Archive - 1990s - April Cumming , 1995 (pictures below) “The first of many and a big one because we travelled to Worthy Farm a full two weeks before the bands arrived. We weren't the kind of family who went on big holidays. We could never afford to travel abroad and we rarely went on big trips to see our family south of Carlisle. On the day our mum told us we'd be going to this magical place I was 11, my brother 9, and my sisters 7 and 5, and we'd lived a remote life in the Western Highlands - one that was surrounded by music and culture, but one that lacked much diversity of human contact. Glastonbury was a true immersion into diversity. We arrived at the farm on a misty evening in June 1995 and put up our tents in a field near red gate where the dairy cows still roamed. The next morning we woke to find the mist still lying on the land - to pass the time we played football and waited for our mum to return from the Theatre and circus stage, where she'd be working as a chef for the crew. After a time we saw figures moving up the hill towards us - someone new had joined them. A comely, glowing woman with white hair below her shoulders, a slow but certain gaite, and a rosey open smile came through the mist with open arms to greet us. She seemed strangely familiar, and in that moment looked as though she had become part of the land. In truth she had as she was such a part of what made the Festival. That beautiful soul was Arabella Churchill - rebel child and soulful mother of the fields. She took us down and set us up in a nice corner of 'Plumley's Paddock'. There we met the people who would become our glastonbury family - who we'd return to year after year. Eventually my brother even married the daughter of one of our closest friends there. In the days ahead a whole city grew out of the field - a functioning, autonomous community of creative minds, builders, performers, healers and activists. Every year we've returned as a family we've been nourished by the wealth of human relationships that grow organically when you're creating the festival. It's the fortitude of people like Arabella and Andrew Kerr - their eccentricity and their determination - that provided the root for such a beautiful place to flourish. Glastonbury is not just a main stage - it's a whole community of experience spread out across fields and across decades, a history of politics and progress.My happiest Glastonbury memory is of meeting Tony Benn, our wonderful and loving Labour leader who never was, in 2003. The man who supported Jeremy and gave us inspiration. As a trade unionist and activist he was my bright light in a few very sad and desperate moments in our country's politics. I went to see him in a tipi in the LeftField. There he was, with his pipe and his endless rounds of tea - frail but still driven by righteous indignation. We sat as a crowd, asked him our questions, connected and laughed. Tony loved Glastonbury because it was, to him as it is to me, a place where we can talk about how people can change the world for the better, and think about how we can live our principles every day and support each other. That's what Glastonbury is about. Connecting with people and sharing your hope. Tony told me that day - as long as there are people working together with hope and a shared belief in human goodness, the principles of solidarity that underpin our movement and that are so present in the Leftfield and at Glastonbury will never falter. We need to believe that gatherings like this mean something, to us and to the people around us. That's what nourishes our souls. From thousands of miles away in Australia, as a jaded but still hopeful trade union organiser, I send up my heart to Somerset every June and hope for the day when we're once again dragging our hope-filled carcasses through the mud, scrumpy in hand, towards the burger van disco at 3am, to later pass out in the (incredible) permaculture garden at sunrise with a wizard clutching a tray filled with hash truffles.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624532794128-2OV16K1OYC8VXNONMWAV/Chris+Yuill+1998.jpg Archive - 1990s - Jaki Miles-Windmill (photo by Chris Yuill) “A friend (6'6" luckily) came back 2 hours later after leaving for the toilets (the old ones with a piece of metal underneath balanced over a long pit) wearing weird, clean clothes and a haunted expression. Toilet floor had fallen into the pit when mud gave way at the edges. Luckily his head and shoulders remained out of the shit. He'd been thoroughly sanitised in the First Aid tent. Mid 90s.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624533157281-9ZGYHGXNJ8C9IRPUMOG2/Mark+Sutherland+higher+res.jpg Archive - 1990s - Mark Sutherland, 1995 “Me at 13, Glastonbury 1995. Jungle Book on in the outside Cinema, end of the film where the girl is tempting Mogly to the village. A guy screams out “don’t do it Mogly, she’ll only fuck you over!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624534347420-Q7IV3LRU6FZL7HE18OD2/Lee+Midwinter+1995-3.jpg Archive - 1990s - Lee Midwinter, 1995 (pictures below) Pic1 - The high level security fence taken out the night before. It used to be carnage, people were breaking in everywhere. I always bought a ticket, this immediately made most people think you were a bit of a twat... especially when the fence looked like this all weekend! None of my mates had a ticket and they managed to drive their car in! HahaThis was taken next to the Stone Circle. Pic2 - Had to pitch the tent outside the festival due to no room even though I had a ticket (see last pic)! This was our second attempt at finding somewhere. We eventually found our mates and camped with them by the NME stage (Now called Other Stage). Its not me in the pic, its a mate. Didn’t do selfies back then so sadly I have no pics of me at Glastonbury in 95:( Pic3 - Camping in the NME stage field. We were a lot closer to the stage than it looks in this pic. When the bands finished people would just pour out amongst the tents. No camping there nowadays! My friends and I travelled in separately. We arranged to meet at ‘The Meeting Point’ along with about 30,000 other people. Mobiles not as popular then (there were actually onsite payphones with massive queues!) so people just put post-its on a big wooden frame (to add to the sea of other Post-Its). You would then just walked around screaming out your mate’s name along with all the other lost souls.By some miracle the plan actually worked and we met (after about an hour). Pic4 - Backstage area at the Circus Field https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624533247066-2HNZ3VIX805LVRD563J4/Stevie+Holmes+1995.jpg Archive - 1990s - Stevie Holmes, 1995 “I used to wrap my hair in wool, and for Glasto 1995 I went full on rainbow stripes, rows of coloured wool extensions, meant I didn't have to worry about washing my hair for a week, they didn't have stuff like spray in shampoo back then! I was so eye catching people working there kept offering me job a doing hair, but this took me 8 hours to do so I said no ta, I have fun to have thanks! I miss this hair but at 47 feel a bit old for it now... Perhaps...” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624534598696-SWMZFFUEWMP4BQVJGL88/Debbie+Gibbs+1995-13.jpg Archive - 1990s - Debbie Gibbs, 1995 “Our first Glastonbury 1995 ....... My sister Nikki Gibbs had just left school, finished her GCSEs, we chucked it all in my car and headed down to the farm, with my bestie Jane Elizabeth Nicol & Emily. The sun shone, the band's played, (Pulp headlined) we had an incredible time. We were young, free and single, not a care in the world, we had each other and that's all mattered then and now. We also visited the farm in 97' now that's a different story all together and one for another day!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606302723249-D9EGG6X04JU5CIUZ4HV1/Sian+Davey-1.jpg Archive - 1990s - Sian Davey, 1995 “My first Glastonbury. I was 24 living in Bristol. I caught the train and hung out with a bunch of people on there, one of them gave me 2 strawberry acid tabs. I think I was fairly green at the time because I didn't know what they were. Arriving at the festival I was with a crew from Bristol, I didn't know them that well so I was determined to find Paddy. This was pre - mobile phone days so I sign posted religiously the whole site, everywhere. The notes wrote 'meet me here on the hour.' I still have one of those handwritten notes. I walked and walked miles posting these up. It was typically torrential rain and my boots kept being sucked up into the sticky mud - and then I tore the anterior muscle in my shin. It was painful, but love is a determined thing. At 1pm i went to the meeting place the Red Cross Tent notice board not imagining that he would be there. But he was. He was there. I hugged his friend Yvonne who had found my note and Paddy and I went off to the festival. I pulled out the strawberry acid tab and we took them. I remember so clearly I had no idea what I was taking. But what followed was the funniest 24 hours of my life. We didn’t stop laughing. Paddy would say to me don't speak to anyone because it won't sound like you think it will. So we arrived in the cinema field and I asked if there was room for me on the bench and I was told there wasn't one.. and so on. We went to the travellers party at the back of the site and I was enveloped in gooey, warm, soft pink marshmallow. We became the most perfect party companions ever. Paddy and I separated 4 years later. Two years ago I went to see him in his hospital bed for the last time, he had a brain tumour. He died that week. That muscle injury still hurts like hell at times and I'm always transported back to that exquisite weekend with my first true love.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606302841563-Z3GKCOGJ882OG5IOG0EI/Sian+Davey-1.jpg Archive - 1990s - Ru Davies, 1995 “I was loitering at school in East Sussex having just finished my last A level exams when Dad called. “So I’ve managed to wangle a couple of tickets for Glasto for you. They’re at Stephen’s farm next to Worthy, so you just need to get yourself there. Thought you could sell one of them to fund the weekend.” It was already 2pm on the Friday, how the hell was I going to get to Pilton? Asked a few pals but most still had exams left or couldn’t be arsed (Mark Aldred). I got zero money to my name, barely a bank account but the shining star that was/ is Charlotte Nettleton loaned me her cash card ... madness. So I was going on a solo mission. Knew a few folks already on site, perhaps I’d bump into them? Easy. Had to get to Paddington before the last train to Castle Cary or I’d be screwed so rushed back to my room and threw together an essentials bundle of sleeping bag, baccy, bin liners and, for some reason, slippers. That’s it. Sweaty train stress all the way, tube from Victoria to Paddington and get to the platform just as last train pulls away from the station. I’m pelting it down the platform trying to grab a door but alas. Nope.5 proper diamond geezers in their 20s also panting having missed the ride, one turns to me: “oi bruv. You know how to get there?”. Me: “er... prob have to go to Bath and get a cab”. Him: “alright sweet we’re coming with you”.Me: “er.. ok?”Next train leaves in 5 mins, everyone piles to other platform and gets on. As it pulls away, I realise I still have no money, just a bank card. And no ticket. “Don’t worry pal we ain’t got tickets either” Head to smoking carriage and get a table seat. New BFFs then proceed to pull out some scales on the table. And some small baggies. And a large rock which they proceed to chip at with a blade, weigh and bag up. One of them skins up and sprinkles said powder into the joint. He sparks up. On the train.“Inspector!” Comes the cry from the end of the carriage, everything gets packed away and we pile into a toilet. Knock on the door. Bang on the door. The air is filled with acrid coke spliff smoke. We sit it out for 10 mins, until zero oxygen remains. We pile out and rush to the next toilet back from direction the inspector came. After dodging him for an hour it feels the net is closing in when suddenly one of the geezer gang comes back from a reccy: “all the commuters are asleep in first class. Left their tickets on the table.” We get off the next stop and the police are there to meet the train. We show them our valid first class tickets and we’re away. Apparently money is no issue for my crew and we get a cab for £100 to glasto. “I’ve got to find a farm in the dark for my ticket” gets met with “nah man you can jump the fence with us. Get a pass out tomorrow and sell both your tickets at the gate”.Me: “er.... ok”.We arrive near Worthy Farm in the dark and Barry goes “drop us here, mate. There was a whole here last year I’m sure”. Next we’re scrabbling in the dark at the verge of the rd looking for a gap. Find a gap. We all tumble into a ditch of brambles with a chicken wire fence above us. Climb fence and drop onto flat ground... a moat with a new MASSIVE fence in front us. Wtf. Then we hear an engine revving and before we know it we’re getting chased by a pick up and some pretty tasty security shouting and waving baseball bats for extra vibes. One of the geez gang gets nabbed and the car stops to collar him. Scratched to shit from the brambles and panting like a mutt the sight of a rope ladder leading up to a carpet draped over the barb wire on top. Someone’s left their gear, praise be. We manage to get over just as the pick up pulls up. I’m last over and my dealer buddies have already done a runner into the dark. The sea of tents and smokey twinkles extend as far as the eye can see. I wander about a while with my sleeping bag bundle, wondering what made me think there was a cats arse chance of finding a pal amongst the HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS of people. After a couple of hours I find a gap between some tents, stick my bin liners down and get into the sleeping bag. What a shit idea. I wake up soon after dawn to someone taking a piss by my head. Sit up and look about me. Just tents and randoms. No dosh. No food or water. Balls. Then I see them. My bezzies Tanith Slay and Sadie Cook right there on the path 50 feet away. The hugs, the joy. The absolute WIN!Ended up finding Dave Lewis Lloyd and Jessica Mason-Little too. And I bumped into the geezers again who treated me to some freebie delights. Went and found my free tickets and sold them for a ton. Goldie topped it that year. Immense.On the last night Tan made me leave my Lugz boots outside the tent, so smelly were they. Some bastard nicked them. I wore my slippers home.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606303397743-8XPJBNIKPSP7KCZQEEUQ/Cindz+Shotton-1.jpg Archive - 1990s - Cindz Shotton (pictures below) “My first Glasto was 1997 a Sunday! I was pregnant with my daughter and it was when the fences got opened on the Sunday that was the I first time I got to experience the magic. We went back the following year as punters outside the fence with our baby girl who was only 5 months old and it was very muddy. I went out only the once with her and her dad cause I was petrified that she would end up in the mud! (I can’t find the pic I took of her and her dad in the mud) After that we went back every year it was on as my late partner used to put up the Harris fencing, we then went on to bin painting with the lovely Hank which was amazing had some of the best times with him. We then worked with Tracy Harrison and the hygiene crew. We camped with some amazing people who grew to be our family. 2009 was the last time me and the kids went together as we lost their dad to cancer and I lost the magic! My daughter has been back tho and last year she had the best time. I had my ticket for this year luckily I get reserved for next year. I can’t wait to get back in those magical fields hoping the magic comes back to me.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606303502948-2EYXT338VRNJRFEBVYG0/Tanya.jpg Archive - 1990s - Tanya Cooper, 1997 “My only image of me at Glastonbury. It was 1997. Very messy, and lots of fun. My sister Ruth Stokes lost the car keys and we had an extra day there raiding all the abandoned tents. People leave the craziest things! We ate and drank like Kings until my Dad drove all the way with the spare car keys! My best memory was when everyone started dancing spontaneously at the stone circle at sunset. Very spiritual and beautiful!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624532948398-T4RT1LY3BPIFEXEY6NHO/Jimmy+Green-1.jpg Archive - 1990s - Jimmy Green, pic by Paul Tyler “Muddy late 90s. Forget which year, we all piled down in his bosses hired BMW. Had to be dragged out by a tractor. Farmer was making a fiver a pop, had to stop at a garage while my mate jet washed the mud off it. Even tho it was muddy saw Radiohead play OK computer I think, it was either that or the proceeding year, or possibly 2000. Honestly, can’t remember the gigs but it was a mudbath!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624539391159-AJIN2XIAQIVCRXAVR160/Bex+Smith+1997-1-2.jpg Archive - 1990s - Bex Simon, 1997 “1997 the first proper muddy year I had ever experienced. Four of us sharing a two man tent. When it came to sleeping, we couldn't get our boots off because they were so caked in mud, so we would wrap bin bags round them and sleep in a spoon position facing one direction and shout 'change' to shuffle round and face the other way, it was such a squash. 'Pick your feet up you're making me muddy' was what we kept saying to each other and seemed to find it funny every time. Some how I managed to end up in mix mag, have no memory of this probably due to the amount of shandies that day.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624539785187-QTLDBDW8JMWC9VB24AGN/Antonio+Pagano_Glasto+%2798+%232+%C2%A9Antonio+Pagano+%281%29.jpg Archive - 1990s - Antonio Pagano, 1997 “In 1997, one year after I moved here from italy, it was June and suddenly got a call from the main Italian news paper (La repubblica) . They asked me if I wanted to go to Glastonbury festival ...and I said "Glasto What?"... Had no idea of it , I knew Reading festival, but no idea about Glastonbury. I obviously said yes...Prepared my camera bag and found myself on the way there with train and bus. I litterally went there with just my camera bag ,wind jacket, training shoes , no tent and no any plan to stay more than one day. Anyway once there, a hell of Gods know how much rain. I stayed there for 3 days, I ended up sleeping on a table in the press tent by sneaking in at night for few hours and wrapping myself with newspaper. During those 3 days I was walikng between stages to accomplish my mission with my training shoes wrapped in plastic bags ...I will never forget. You get to those extremes you would not think in Europe , and I could have said , that's it , I will never be back. Contrary to that, since then I've been back between 10 and 15 time and not only as photographer but also as artist.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624540226011-59IJTECWOGXI3QM34DF8/Clare+Pief+1997.jpg Archive - 1990s - Clare Pief, 1997 “Ian & I met in May 1997, and we both had tickets to Glastonbury but with different travel plans with our friends. We arranged to meet at the Kids area on the Friday afternoon, and we somehow managed to do it, despite the lack of mobile phones. We spent the next few days having just the best fun, mostly ankle deep in mud, happy and witness to some amazing music, people and so many people just having the time of their lives. A highlight was watching Radiohead perform their seminal and astounding headline set. Ian and I got married in 2003, and we would love to go to Glastonbury in 2023 for our 20th wedding anniversary, and bring our teenage daughter with us too.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624542013936-4A7OWH39OL5RMNTP8MOA/Stevie+Holmes+1997.jpg Archive - 1990s - Stevie Holmes, 1997 “1997 was the epic muddy year - this was the year my german para boots (fashion standard issue Glaso in the 90's) and they died due to so much mud, soles flapping off, had to go seek wellies. This is before cool wellies like they wear now - LITERALLY the only pair I could find to replace my Para boots were men's size 10 (I'm a 5) - worn with about 6 pairs of socks that's how I had to trudge through the festival.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624542101481-YSSQNHSR89C8W9BT8F88/Seb+Patane+2-2-2.jpg Archive - 1990s - Seb Patane, 1997 “You might not believe this but I actually played at Glastonbury once. When I was at St Martin’s I was in a performance art group called ‘The New School of Pretension’, together with Christopher Owen and two more. We made homemade loops of things like Bowie, T Rex, Stereolab and Add N to X and mimed to them pretending to be electro/rock stars. For some reason people liked it and we were asked to play the ‘art’ tent in 1997. It was one of the muddiest years ever, when Radiohead headlined. I was so scared of going on stage that I downed half a bottle of Southern Comfort before so I was trashed and I don’t remember much of the performance, only that there were about 10 peoplein the audience. It was so grim, wet and depressing that we were almost crying all the time. We were supposed to play 2 nights but the morning after the first one we made a runner, leaving just a note for the organisers instead of our tent in the ‘VIP’ area which simply said ‘sorry’. Reply to @mrdavidlock – it was surely an experience but the insane amount of mud made everything a misery. It was like “oh look Stereolab are playing over there, should we go? Nah” because walking around was torture. The only highlight was Radiohead’s gig, which I think lifted the mood a of a lot of people. In terms of our ‘gig’, it was very short and very unmemorable. Practically no-one was there and those few were pretty bemused by our ‘act’ I seem to vaguely remember. Back in the tent we were all pretty depressed and fucked off about the whole thing. Our ‘VIP’ area was also next to the dance tent which kept us awake all night. All in all pure, utter misery.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624542297635-94V2M5QIBUORU33A4D5X/Rebecca+Galbraith+1997-4.jpg Archive - 1990s - Rebecca Galbraith, 1997 Glasto 1997- mud year! Rained and rained and rained. As a good girly guide I brought canned food. I was very glad I did as my jeans got stolen while we were sleeping with my money and ticket in the pockets!! Fortunately my mother always taught me to put emergency money down my bra. I had enough for the ticket home and ate canned goods for the rest of the festival. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624542396695-6NEG60ON07UM3EZAWM6Z/Victoria+Jackson-7.jpg Archive - 1990s - Victoria Jackson, 1997 (pictures below) “It was an absolute mudfest. I was 18 and it was my first glastonbury with my boyfriend, my older brother (who had been going since the 80s), his wife and a big group of friends and family. I had no idea what to expect as it was my first ever festival. We didn't let the weather put us off (so cold and the rain never stopped) and to this day, its one of the best festival experiences that I've ever had. The pictures in the mud soup were in front of the other stage. I think it was Placebo that were scheduled to play that evening but the mud was that bad that the stage was sinking so there were delays with them coming on stage. We got drunk on tequila while we waited - thats whats in the bottle that I'm holding- and ended up just sliding around in the mud. Everyone around us gave us a really wide berth as you can see in the pictures. Still the best festival ever and can't wait to get back there in 2022!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624542977010-IFPNQ2HBYA28Y877HAO1/Helen+Bosworth+1997-3.jpg Archive - 1990s - Helen Bosworth, 1997 (pictures below) “I went down there with my best friend Alison on the coach from Bradford, completely un prepared for the mud bath that awaited us! I remember getting off the coach and having to go buy Alison a pair of wellies while she remained rooted to the spot in her sparkling white adidas shell toe trainers. The mud was something else that year, we were devastated we didn't get to see Kenickie because the stage had sunk and wandered round the rest of the day despondent, covered in glitter! I remember it being such hard work walking from one stage to another and falling asleep on the comedy tent floor because it was the only place you could sit down. We basically went pretty feral for three days, eating doughnuts for breakfast and cider for most other meals...luckily Alison had been sensible enough to bring the wet wipes proffered by my mum and disdainfully turned down by me so we did at least try and get clean. We randomly bumped into her friend Simon from Uni who is in the photos, his tent had basically floated away by the third day. There were some beautiful moments though, Radiohead on the main stage will forever be one of the most magical gigs I have ever been to, when they played no surprises and the fireworks went up in the distance it was so special. I still can't hear that song without a shiver going down my spine. Lastly I remember getting on the coach to come home looking and feeling rather the worse for wear, early onset trench foot setting in, my docs never recovered fully and went mouldy in the garden as my mum wouldn't let them back in the house.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624543429043-O19OW5M1GDY9QMWSN7FB/Rob+Barker-1998+Me+and+Anna+2.jpg Archive - 1990s - Rob Barker, 1997 Glastonbury is one of the most important places in my life. It’s a beautiful utopia, even when it’s a muddy hellhole, and it shows how wonderful us humans can really be. I first fell in love with it watching Channel 4’s coverage in 1995. I was 16, was finishing school and had just got into Britpop. Pulp were my favourite band so seeing them storm Worthy Farm looked spectacular. I had to get there. My first visit, then, was after a fallow year. 1997 unfortunately was one of the muddiest years. I remember sitting in my tent the first night, after putting it up in hellish conditions, and wondering what the hell was to come. The Other Stage nearly sank and I learned it was important to move your feet a lot lest you become trapped in sticky mud as it dries. Sadly, I was to do that a lot over the next 17 years. I lost my sixth-form friends (no mobiles then) and watched Radiohead alone. It was brilliant. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624543542791-Z5QUHZ0X568YK8IIXJSV/Simon+Russell.jpg Archive - 1990s - Simon Russell, 1997 “I was working for friends Ian and Michelle who forged and sold ironwork sculptures at Glastonbury Greenfield's. This was their bus which they lived in over the duration of the festival season and we used as part our base over the 10 days we were there.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606487103368-B6MTHQYO56IFDILNBFX1/Royston+Naylor+1998.jpg Archive - 1990s - Ian Anderson, 1998 “Arrived Wednesday 1998 stewarding at jazz stage. Rain that meant business. All stuff and tent stolen. Went to car, had been broken into and robbed. Got in car and went home :) enduring memory of plastic bags on feet and constant drip.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624543787530-4FFKRFLKWEWP0FAWX75J/Joe+Stacey+1998-6.jpg Archive - 1990s - Joe Stacey, 1998 (pictures below) “I went with a small group of still very close friends from our base in London. For most of us it was our first time at the festival and of course what was to be an adventure in music became one of thick wet sticky mud! I don’t remember any of the bands particularly but I do remember us standing in a field in torrential rain with thousands of other people watching England play in the World Cup. I loved the spirit of Glastonbury, the freedom, even the spirit of endurance brought about by the mud (getting anywhere in that mud was an epic challenge). And then there was everything else that happened, from staying up all night seeking out anywhere dry enough to sit and have a smoke (simple pleasures) to the lows including two of our tents being ransacked and contents dragged into the mud, and the toilet truck emptying waste into the dance tent!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624544241962-1KG8533CYEUY7CFFB1JM/sarah+willcocks-3.jpg Archive - 1990s - Sarah Willocks, 1998 “The rainbow umbrella shot was taken in 1998 after the Foo Fighters played. It was absolutely hammering down during their set & I was down the front getting absolutely battered, worth every second!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606304171228-DTQ6DR5QCPG4YA3VSS3H/Malcolm+Green+1998-1.jpg Archive - 1990s - Malcolm Green, 1998 “I built a big costume to get in free - it worked! I was with the Jackson five, we took the security a table and chairs to gate three one year and they let me use the gate instead of going through the turn styles. It saved me a lot of time. Then I saw about five people outside looking up at the fence, tired and lost with all their camping stuff on their backs. I asked if they wanted to get in! Come with me… we went to my gate and the grateful security let me in, then went to shut the gate on my new mates. I said “they are with me” and they got in. This would not happen nowaday's! My reward was a can of Stella. When I opened it it went of like a hand grenade because they had been carrying it for hours trying to get in!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624545225070-Q3IAIL99TE1SSW5GMHDT/Stevie+Holmes+1998.jpg Archive - 1990s - Stevie Holmes, 1998 “This was 1998, and it was when people started having mobile phones at the festival - way before charging stations and phone cameras, and the signal was terrible, you would send a text to say 'meet you by the Brother's Bar in an hour, it wouldn't arrive until 2am so phoning and hoping you could get a connection was the only option!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606487183891-EYA8ST24RD0Q7KU1FFLW/Royston+Naylor-10.jpg Archive - 1990s - Starcus Baal, 1999 “I was in the piano bar trying to get someone to play some Carol King on the piano for me to sing to, when Michael walked in. Everyone started shouting “We love you Michael’ and he raised his hand with thanks as he started to turn to walk back out, as no-one was playing the piano. It was just after his wife had passed. So I started singing ‘You’ve got a friend’ A Cappella. He stayed and listened to the whole song. Everyone applauded, it was a magical moment.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606487248813-X07NSV64TGE2IMHWME41/Lys+RESIZED-4.jpg Archive - 1990s - Lys Wild, 1999 “I spotted a man walking so gently and fluidly on the ground. He seemed to sink into the earth with every step, contemplative and kind in his manner and look. I stood up out of the pose and turned away, the next thing I know the same man had come up to me. He took my hand and said, ‘your dancing last night really gave me some peace. You are always welcome at this festival, thank you for what you bring’ I was speechless and open mouthed and a little confused, until a friend touched me on the shoulder and said ‘that was Michael Eavis, he lost his wife this year.’ What a blessing.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1626949113612-0N28ABOVDXFU2LO3Y991/Ann+Cook+1999-1.jpg Archive - 1990s - Erica Vaughan, Glastonbury 1999 Photo by Ann Cook “The first totally dry year for some years... I was very excited to be going but nothing could have prepared me for the amazing rock star experience the Glasto gods had in store for me. Hole were one of my favourite bands so I had gotten to the front of the crowd early. Courtney Love picked me and about 8 others to share the stage with them for the last half of their set. I could not believe it! I was sat directly behind Ms Love so close I could hear her unamplified singing. It was goosebumps and I could not sit still bouncing around and singing along. Completely out of this world! Then... very late on the Sunday evening and I was heading back from the stone circle when a woman hooked her arm through mine and asked me to come to a party with her. Despite being super tired I said OK and let the stranger lead me to the backstage camping area. After negotiating with the security guards she led me to a gathering of people sat around a fire. Perched on an old sofa I shared a cigarette with someone called Joe who it turned out was the partner of the woman. I chatted with people and drank beer and found out that a lot of the people including this guy Joe were musicians and had played on the main stage. As the sun started to rise I listened to Joe sing a rousing rendition of wima way with a giant piece of card. Joe and his partner offered to give me a lift home but my phone battery had died so I couldn't get hold of my mum who was collecting me. I thanked them for a great time and headed back to my tent where I was greeted by friends curious to know where I had been all night. I started to explain the events of the night when a friend pulled out a copy of the Glastonbury Express newspaper, pointed to a musician and asked me if that was who I had been partying with. My friend started to chase me around the tents trying to attack me for it turned out I had been hanging out with his idol the one and only Joe Strummer, frontman of the infamous Clash. Not only did I get to hang on the Pyramid stage with Courtney Love and Hole, I also partied with another music legend. The Glastonbury rock Gods were shining down on me and really spoilt me that weekend. Magic really does happen at Glastonbury. If someone had told me beforehand what I would experience during that festival I never would have believed them. It gives me goosebumps just remembering. Thank you Glastonbury. You have a very special place in my heart.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606487357513-YYDBCS2HDWJR6E5FMOT9/Goldie+Ruffles+1999.jpg Archive - 1990s - Goldie Ruffles, 1999 “I worked as a nurse for Festival Medical Services for several years during the nineties and early 2000s. We were recruited mainly from local Accident and Emergency Departments. The level of medical cover on the site is amazing. I saw it change from a portocabin in the 1990's to the field hospital it now is. We were required to do two eight hour shifts, so we were free to enjoy the festival for the rest of the time. The picture shows me in the entrance to the medical tent triaging the queue in 1999.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624545665693-M3G9R0J3MRJST83281QB/Chris+Yuill-3.jpg Archive - 1990s - Chris Yuill, 1999 “My Glastonbury Story is the Glastonbury Moment, where something occurs in the festival that elevates you above the alienation, frustration and tedium of the everyday. Just for a few seconds all is perfect and wonderful, and just how you want life to be like all the time. It is a moment that you can’t anticipate or force into being. It just happens in the mad spontaneous rhythms of the days that you are there. The moment can be a random conversation with a stranger that leave you thinking about your life in a new way, a feeling of community with everyone around you or the best cup of tea you’ve ever had in your life. It can be anything. All that matters is that feeling. For me the Glastonbury Moment usually occurs as the sun sets over the valley. It is a particular quality of light, as golden orange as a pint from the Cider Bus, that is part of the festival as much as the music, the mud and the mayhem. In 1999 I was trying to choose something from a food stall. The guy working behind the counter and I started talking as we watched the sun set. He said, that’s why I come here very year, don’t care about how much money I make. I just want this moment. I didn’t take a picture of that occasion but it is clearer in my mind than a picture can be. But here’s some other pictures where I experienced that Glastonbury Moment.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624546140413-91BZ712FWVCG6S0XEV4A/Gary+Taylor+edited-5.jpg Archive - 1990s - Gary Taylor, 1999 “A group of us who attended Palmers College in Grays booked and went in 1999. We pitched up at the the top of a hill so we had great view looking down over the festival. This was pre mobile phones, I still have the BT card I bought to make calls. I somehow managed to lose our group for REM who headlined Saturday night and so ended up watching them on my own, and couldn’t find the tent I was meant to be sleeping in until the next morning, so ended up sleeping in a bag tent with another group. Ash were great for crowd surfing, and Billy Brag to get things going with the Milkman of Human Kindness. Luckily we didn’t get much rain as the previous years looked terrible for weather. Every year since I’ve wanted to go back but tickets are so hard to get hold of now. I started full time work the week after this and haven’t seen some of the people we went with since that weekend which is a great shame. By far the best festival I have been to, magical place.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624546491567-STDVHAUU2UZX6EU583XS/Joanne+Dear+1999+-+Fay+%26+Jean+Glast+2000.jpg Archive - 1990s - Joanne Dear, 1999 “My sister Jean & I went in 1999 and bumped into my Brother Paul (who I've introduced on Insta) with his three kids, who were 13, 11 and 8 at the time. On the first night someone stole two boxes of wine and my elephant blankets, I brought from India, from our tent. It didn't dampen our spirits and we sourced more wine and blankets while keeping a beady eye out for the unusual Indian blankets, in case we spotted the sneak thief. We had no phones this year and it was fabulous bumping into random friends, especially Deuce at 3am in the Green Field, as he'd just popped into my head! Spent lots of time in the Hare Krishna Tent chanting and feeling on top of the world. Cherished memories.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624546787311-O8LDJVWB7AML9FZY8NWK/Stevie+Holmes+1999-2.jpg Archive - 1990s - Stevie Holmes, 1999 “This is in the dance tent 1999 - I'm the one in the bright orange sarong with the belly out (very nineties!). This photo came about as I always carried an immense polaroid camera around with me at Glasto, and someone spotted it and all wanted in on a mega 'selfie' before selfies existed as we know them!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606303236201-R3TP1K2M0K8OT4VUV9X2/Cindz+Shotton-3.jpg Archive - 1990s https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/fb518c22-82a8-407e-91f1-d7ba45e4140c/Simon+Laken+1990-6.jpg Archive - 1990s https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/9ca55e23-a91b-46c8-ab3a-202cf93151ca/Andrew+Brannan-3.jpg Archive - 1990s https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606253778200-YBQ5V3Z4CBE3S4451AV5/Bruce+Knight-7.jpg Archive - 1990s https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/0f52f328-3b8d-4db2-947f-e2eda3d805e2/Steve+Andrews-5.jpg Archive - 1990s https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/01fd0adc-ffde-4e1a-8342-72f76bcc413d/Katie+Brandwood_pre+2000_Muddy+field.jpg Archive - 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1990s https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/f1e96897-ada2-47eb-888f-c29b17ee9712/Katie+Brandwood_2019_Campsite.jpg Archive - 1990s https://www.myglastonburystory.com/archive/glastonbury1980s monthly 0.5 2020-12-30 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624359121807-UE0QXSH8DD2EPGTUWUWW/Zoradi+1983.jpg Archive - 1980s - Zoradi, 1981 “The first year I went was 1981, a couple of years before this photo was taken. I went with my boyfriend who’d heard about the gig somewhere, I had a two seater triumph spitfire, grew up in Bristol and had never even heard of Pilton, or even Somerset and it felt like hours driving into the unknown with a road map. We went on a Saturday lunchtime, with a carton of 200 B&H, a few cans, and a few quid. Parked at the top of the hill looking down at the stage. I’d never seen people like this.. we slept in the car, didn’t even have a blanket. What sold me was seeing Hawkwind. A green laser went up from the top of the Pyramid all the way to the stars. I was spellbound. My boyfriend was irritable, lack of. food, drink, clothing! We left Monday morning and I knew I’d be back. Now 40 years later, I live in Somerset town about 20 minutes from Glastonbury and I’ve handed the mantel to my daughters. ” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606573503990-B4FME48KUEZME7BULXF9/Rick+Hurford+1982.jpg Archive - 1980s “Four of us from Leeds University hitch-hiked down to Glastonbury in the summer of 1982. This photograph was taken by my university girlfriend Alison Keen of myself in the fisherman’s jumper, rolling a cigarette next to an excited Rosie Hill and America Pete (never knew his surname). Alison and I hitchhiked down from Leeds and slept in plastic bags in a Somerset field the night before arriving at Glastonbury. It was a wet and cold summer as you can see from the jumpers and coats that we are wearing. The second photo shows Alison and I feeling happy together when the weather improved. The student beard makes me look much older than I was on my 21st birthday, when we spent much of the day sheltering from the rain in our tent, all very memorable……. Van Morrison, Jackson Browne ,The Blues Band, Richie Havens, Sad Cafe, Roy Harper, Black Uhuru, The Chieftains, Judie Tzuke, Aswad, etc. Alison and I were together for much of our university time, but split up when she went off to teach in Zimbabwe with VSO and I headed to London to dabble in music, and an environmental career.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606573482416-CPDHV2XQLTVUDOW77ZR2/Glastonbury+1982+Ric+Alison.jpg Archive - 1980s Ric Hurford, 1982 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606307211566-R10T4CONQYMR7WJPY6S3/Caroline+Kenmore-4.jpg Archive - 1980s - Caroline Kenmore, 1982 (gallery above) “I found some photos of My First Glastonbury! We camped in the Pyramid Field, I was with friends from college. One guy, Julian, had the bright idea of doing his laundry an hour before we set off. Needless to say, it rained. His clothes never got dry. He got quite ill after the booze had worn off. That’s him in the beige woolly hat. I bought a pair of bright yellow wellies from an abattoir suppliers in Debden Essex. These became my festival staples for the next 20 years. You can see my beret-I was very attached to that too. This was the only year I actually bought a ticket. It cost £12. All the following years I worked: I have done mask-making workshops in the craft field- it was called MaskForce. I had NO CLUE how to make masks! I worked for Rainbow Circle in their well-being area; I was also the shiatsu practitioner for the Wheel of Astrologer’s, ( thanks Tina &Ceri). I ran a yurt in the Avalon Field, making art and crafts out of scrap and recycled materials; I have worked the Tadpole Cafe a few years running; parked the tour busses for bands playing on the Pyramid stage, and the Other Stage; I’ve worked in welfare; the Healing Field for many years doing shiatsu (thank you Jacob &Julie); And most recently, I organised an area in Arcadia to provide treatments for the Arcadia Crew. That has easily been my best gig: 3 meals a day, hot showers without queuing, electricity supplied to my caravan, a wonderful crew to work for! I’ve also had tickets as a performer, singing with the choir (once with Michael Eavis!), and acting in the Vagina Monologues with the Women of Avalon. I can’t remember which year was my first, 82 or 83. As the trope goes, it’s all a blur! My Glastonbury experience in recent years has been about connecting with my festival family, those connections made over the years that only happen in a field. My best part of any festival is before the punters come in, it’s just the crew and we are all relaxed and fresh. Last year I decided to hang up my festival wellies. I’m lucky to have experienced festivals before Health & Safety changed the scene from a DIY culture where we all participated in the creation of our weekend together, to the rigorous spectacle it had become today, where crew and punters have segregated, and Security has the power to make you tramp over many excess miles to comply with their one-way systems. I feel blessed to have seen Glastonbury festival grow from strength to strength. The last photo is when I gave my camera to Mary who was going on a helicopter ride (first year it happened). You can see how small the site is, compared to nowadays.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606559611200-JH8S4R8NWSMT86MCXWYT/Brian+Carson+1983-OR-1984.jpg Archive - 1980s - Brian Carson, 1983 “Glastonbury festival 1983 - female was from Ljubljana in Slovenia {before the break up with Yugoslavia} - this is before mobile phones but was still able to meet her. It was her first Glastonbury and she could not arrive until Friday evening, so I arranged to meet her at the Farm House - I had driven down a day or two before her so it was a big risk that we would miss each other {I had taken all the camping gear down with me so if we did not meet up she would have been stuck with no sleeping bag and no tent} She was not certain when she would arrive as she was depending on a lift {the driver did not have a ticket} so I came out with meet at 6pm or 8pm or 10pm or Midnight - I think we meet up at 8pm - sure these days there is signs up telling people where things were but away back then there was no signs and very few stewards - anyway she did find it and I was glad I did not have to walk up later - knowing she would have been stuck I would have kept showing up right though the night.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606559694015-T44GJUE6S8IIRFJTPB5W/Paul+Clements+1984.jpg Archive - 1980s - Paul Clements, 1984 “Just waiting for "The Smith's" to enter main stage, 1984. This photo was taken by my good friend Anita Hambrook. Her then boyfriend Paul is laying next to me, worse for wear. He joined-in the stage invasion which meant The Smith's ended their set earlier than normal! Glastonbury was still pretty small then and with no security, which allowed for the stage invasion. Everything was all pretty gentle and everybody looked after each other. It was the year of The Miners Strike and I remember I lot of "Coal not Dole" stickers all over the place, which was great to see. It was also the year which I read Peter Kropotkin's fantastic 1902 book: "Mutual Aid: A Factor in Evolution" .. it kind of summed-up Glastonbury for me that year, living and working together, in a collective and collaborative way..” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606559842028-3UBCS30OWXWX2NCGTOV6/Carl+Stickley-1985.jpg Archive - 1980s - Carl Stickly, 1985 “Attached pic is from 1985 and shows my Uni flatmates, Andrea and Craig, braving the mud. I was about to go off to study in the US for a year so they'd come down especially for a last knees-up. There were a lot of Travellers as Stonehenge Festival had been banned. Indeed, at Stonehenge itself on the A303 the police had set up roadblocks. If you didn't have a ticket for Glastonbury they wouldn't let you pass. All the small country roads had tons of gravel dumped on them to block vehicles. I lived 15 miles from Stonehenge and the whole week before the Solstice helicopters were overhead day and night. Fatcha smashing dirty, smelly Folk Devils! I vaguely remember seeing Echo & The Bunnymen (with lasers!), Ian Dury and The Style Council (who got pelted with mud). But mainly rain. And mud. Lots of mud....” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606559891576-LWR7W1NB88U0ZNVM56H3/Miranda+Millan+1985.jpg Archive - 1980s - Miranda Millan, 1985 “I was born in Undle Ground field in 1985, after my parents were part of the peace convoy who had been caught up in Battle of the Beanfield. This photograph circa 1989 after spending all day making my outfit in the kids field. Glastonbury is my birthday party every year, best place on Earth” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606560002761-NH4WM79MY85AGANB8SR3/Miranda+Millan+1985.jpg Archive - 1980s - Malcolm Green, 1985 “My first year was 1985 the worst weather in the history of Glastonbury. Tee shirts were made that said " I survived 85" and had a fist coming out of the mud. I would love one of any ones got one for sale. I booked a stall in the middle market it cost me 11quid but only opened Saturday I remember marking about 40quid. We were opposite the entrance to the acoustic stage a very large blog of jelly like mud 20foot by30 foot was slowly marking its way towards us and completely engulfed my stall we had to pile wooden pallets two deep so people could get to us. It's also the only time I have seen the site empty with people going home. It did not put me off and continued to go for the next 30years. I did ask the person who had a stall where mine was it cost him 8 grand how times have changed.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606560093517-VGXAES2BWLMPAVPO7AA1/Alan+Lofting-20201016_154325.jpg Archive - 1980s - Alan Lofting, 1986 “A lovely sunny day in the theatre field The Flying Taxi flew for the second time . In its new white guise ( white paint makes it lighter , thus easier to get off the ground) Wings flapping , children cheering , hooting , revving , it tried hard for liftoff. Some thought there was a real flight Flight Control thought so . Maybe it was the Glastonbury air It was lotsa fun” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606560187204-WRLUD86VKMCWDIF9SGVT/Alan+Lofting-20201016_154325.jpg Archive - 1980s - Brian Carson, 1986 “My friend Bud may look as if he is a Glastonbury regular, but he would never be able to find Glastonbury even if you offered him £50,000! He was only at a few of them in the 80's (when I was able to drive him down). This photo was taken in the Pyramid field. Likely to be at 5.30am as we were walking about - we just found a few bikes and I thought it would make a good shot - and seeing Bud was a bit of a Cowboy.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606560289793-IOQ17NPZOAUOAV8LHP54/Brian+Carson+1986-1.jpg Archive - 1980s - Brian Carson, 1986 “Michelle went on to be a Scientist - I was a University Lecturer at the University of London and she had just completed her Ph.D. We were a Couple for some years {say 1985 to 1990} but she got a offer to work abroad and I have not seen her since - she was much younger than me and if she had been older I am sure we would have married.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606241610289-WBBJRZ6I0HEZXQ38IVSA/John-1.jpg Archive - 1980s - John Novis, 1987 (pictures below) In June 1987, my two young daughters and friends set off for the annual Glastonbury Festival. I had a Volvo estate car with roof rack at the time so was able to take more than enough for the planned four days. We arrived on the Thursday morning and found other families and friends from my hometown in a perfect group tent pitch conveniently near the food village and main stage. The car park was quite a distance from the pitch so there were a number of treks to get all the gear from one place to another. Nevertheless, once settled and all tents were up, we were set have one hell of a great four-day Glastonbury party. About halfway through the festival I decided to take a stroll and check everything was ok with the car. To my surprise the car park was quite different from when I arrived; it has become another huge crammed campsite with cars chock a block next to each. Once I located my car it occurred to me there would be zero chance, in an emergency, of making a getaway. However, that was not a worry, we were here till Monday morning when everything would be clearing nicely. There was something odd thing about the car, though. A group of revellers were using my tow bar to secure a guy rope supporting their large open military style tent. I was a bit miffed and thinking of asking them to use some other means of support other than my car. But then, hey, this is Glastonbury! It would be churlish of me to interrupt their fun to move the rope and what actual harm was it doing, nothing, leave it. So, I wondered back to our pitch grabbing a veg burger and Somerset cider on the way. Sadly, Monday morning arrived after an amazing gig that only Glastonbury can deliver, yet happy to get going, looking forward to a long hot bath and savour the weekend’s memories with a pint at the local. All packed in the car, my friends and daughters climbed in and off we set on the road back to Brecon, Wales. As we were edging, with other festival goers along the country lanes of Pilton, Somerset suddenly we are pulled over at a police roadblock. I didn’t understand. The police made me follow their car to a ‘festival’ makeshift police station and asked us all to vacate the car. They were accusing us of drug dealing. I still didn’t understand until they explained that my car was connected to a tent in which serious drug dealing was going on. I twigged they thought we were the dealers because of the F***ING guy rope! We were at the station for hours and hours while they stripped the car to bits, my daughters (10 and 8 years old) were in tears because they thought their father was going to be taken away which resulted in us all being distressed, as well as hungry and tired. Come early evening they realised they had the wrong people and sent us on our way. I said they managed to ruin a fantastic weekend and now all we wanted was to get home and forget all about it this awful experience. They actually apologised and said inaptly that it was all part of the ‘rich tapestry of life’. The real drug dealers of course, with their fun weekend, handsome profits and convenient tow bar were well on their way home by now! https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606242860504-VWKG20DLMT51D1XBMGYB/07+Glastonbury_1987_cmatthews+Northerners+07.jpg Archive - 1980s - Chris Matthews, 1987 (pictures below) “My first Glastonbury and it was wet and muddy on arrival. The tent was pitched next to the car and my wellies were stolen within the first hour. I then lost the location of the tent and wandered aimlessly for hours looking for it until daybreak. The greatest band of the festival were Gaye Bykers on Acid playing their psychedelic rock set and The Mutoid Waste Company twisted car sculptures as 'Car Henge'. I recall watching New Order on the pyramid stage and a bit of Billy Bragg in a tent to escape the rain. A hazy memory of Julian cope's serpentine moves on stage and a bit of Los Lobos at some point. The hash cake I purchased had zero effect. A tractor was needed to pull my car out from the mud when leaving. Glad I went but I endured it more than enjoyed it! ” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606242142138-JNKV9V83UG9M541PY0D4/James+Priest+1987.jpg Archive - 1980s - James Priest, 1987 “I have enjoyed many a Pilton, first in the 80', 90's where I got in for free. Then again in the 2000's where I worked on a gate. Was an incredible experience and managed to meet a lot of lovely beautiful people.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606243217057-NX8R2XXPWBFIFQZONNNZ/image-asset.jpeg Archive - 1980s https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606243246725-A08PQQ63KA30XREY6JHI/image-asset.jpeg Archive - 1980s Rob Corbin, 1987 Car henge was the site of the legendary all night drumming session. People were using anything for drums, wheel hubs, fire extinguishers, anything metal. So glad I was there! https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606560375109-DNXA35RVPSSMF5EL9QP0/Victoria+Marsden-2-2.jpg Archive - 1980s - Victoria Marsden, 1987 “My daughter Zoe, Aged 4, enjoying a horse ride in Kids World. ” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606243698054-BJ6IEYHUX6FTKPJK1MIN/Brian+Carson-+1983.jpg Archive - 1980s - Brian Carson, 1987 “What looks like a bundle of rubbish on the ground is in fact a couple sleeping in two sleeping bags - must be crazy - that could be 1987 - note no barrier up and they had no security at that time and some people would climb up on the stage.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624447718888-FRK76OR00Y92V1D1H7G2/Jason+Blackwell+1989.jpg Archive - 1980s - Jason Blackwell, 1989 “One of my Glastonbury stories would have to be about a tape we got given once with some dub on it, but we never knew who had recorded it? (It took us about 15 years to eventually find out that it was Rhythm Collison Dub by the Ruts DC V Mad Professor). Anyway we took it with us to Glastonbury 1989 and it captured the atmosphere perfectly for when we were back at camp, at our first proper music festival so to speak, what with a lot of people being unhappy at the time about the criminal justice bill and a feeling of unrest generally in society especially towards the establishment. Everyone was pissed off with the poll tax and the criminal justice bill included a big agenda to stop the raves and free parties etc, they introduced a law that anything over 120 Bpm was classed as threatening to a society in general and obviously the introduction of ecstasy shook things up, 1988/1989 were the end of the 80's and people were fed up of being dictated to. There were battles at Stonehenge they were building new roads and chopping trees down everywhere, crusties/ travellers were the enemy the list goes on, we all just wanted a good time like most generations and to have the music - well that was the best. As for the festival apart from all the rastas being moved on there were police helicopters flying overhead during most of the festival but all in all we enjoyed the bands, the new friends we'd made and the whole experience, there's nothing quite like it, we were having the time of our lives, biggest downer ever though having to go home, we ended up getting our cars towed away and to make matters worse the ghetto blaster we had with the tape in got nicked!!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606560585760-RC9XV18Y0WCW2Q0RCDD0/Victoria+Marsden-2-2.jpg Archive - 1980s - Alan Lofting, 1989 (pictures below) “Via a fenced off Stonehenge , along the ancient road to Worthy Farm, The Ark , towed by the flying taxi was paraded around the Glastonbury Festival site with the whole of Arthurs court - Guinivere , Lancelot , Merlin , the green people, Joseph of Arimathea, various harpies , saints , fairies and tree people. With Arthurs dead body to be resurrected in the Kings ground. The Ark was delivered to the Kings ground , where it was pushed and pulled by hand to roughly the spot where a stone circle now stands. There it was played as a drum all through the night by the light of a giant firebrand with songs and laughter. As the sun rose the firebrand extinguished . Arthur was asked if it was well, he pronounced it well . The next day the Ark was cut in two and it became a small chapel in the Kings ground for the following year. ” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606244967413-2V39WWG5WEK080MCARIP/Stuart+Townsend+1989.jpg Archive - 1980s - Stuart Townsend, 1989 “Glastonbury 1989 was my second Glastonbury and as you can see it was a hot one! We packed the beers but forgot the sun cream! When we returned we looked like we had been on hols to the med for a month! I am pretty sure that the photo was taken as we waited for either The Pixies or The Wonderstuff to take the stage.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606245310259-7FJIFQ54NE2V267WYRB7/02+Glastonbury_1989_cmatthews+%2816+of+16%29.jpg Archive - 1980s - Chris Matthews, 1989 (pictures below) “My last year. The heat. Killer! I drove from London to a rock club in Southampton then straight to the festival and arrived early morning with my mate Mike. I had made a poor wardrobe choice and only had black leather jeans to wear all weekend. The salt rings of sweat on the inside were a nice Glastonbury memento! A guy I knew had somehow got his dog inside - over or under the fence. It was great to meet friends and interesting people from all over the UK and looking back these were golden years with the feeling of freedom before the internet and mobile phones. I don't remember any bands except the Water boys when I was leaving. I tapped out early because of the leather jeans situation and went home to my Gran for a cooling bath and a cup of tea. Worst memory? I saw a drunk biker guy, pulled his jeans down and shat standing up. Which was nice.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624454018331-OE1JS8PD45MK40XCDW3A/Gwen+Liby+2019.jpg Archive - 1980s - Gwen Liby, 1989 (photo from 2019) In 1989 I was 9 years old, I went to a small school called the fennel school, it was set up by parents and was just outside of the festival site and to raise money for the school our parents decided to run a cafe in the green fields. I remember my mum and dad making bin fulls of humous to take on site. On the first day we drove onto site with our old Land Rover filled with food, Driving across I remember the amount of people everywhere, the colours and smells, there was an atmosphere I had never known before. My friends parents had a teepee next to the cafe and they said I could stay with them for the week, it felt so safe up in the green fields, like it’s own small festival. Every day mum and dad came on site with food and every night I stayed in the teepee with our friends. There was a man camping next to us who was a potter, and he had made a kiln by digging into the ground. One day he made us pizza in his kiln and when the smoke came towards us he told us to say “white rabbits” to make it change direction. People still say it at the festival and I always think of sitting next to his little fire waiting for the pizza to bake. I haven’t missed a festival since, I have been pregnant there and taken child (see pic from 2019). I always think of my first festival as being the week I was left at Glastonbury festival on my own, when I was only 9 years old, and It was magic.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606560680093-JSTY53JYVANWZAEF32K7/Victoria+Marsden-2-2.jpg Archive - 1980s - Ella Camps-Linney, 1989 “This was my first ever Glastonbury Festival circa 1989; I’m the grumpy toddler and that’s my mum, Jane. It was such a scorcher that she had to put damp pants on my head to keep me cool!.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606225662613-HCJOTWCSKPXSTU3XWROD/Caroline+Kenmore-1.jpg Archive - 1980s https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606226761080-SV8OQEOGXB3X8F5BYDDS/Rowena+Draper+1983-9.jpg Archive - 1980s https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606227345904-JXTM3JPQLXOPX1PD1AAT/Gillian+Hammond-1984-1.jpg Archive - 1980s https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606227564340-91O9FIOQWKNYC70EULCX/Gillian+Hammond-1984-3.jpg Archive - 1980s https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606228093204-J96ZXJTZMKLZQHDYI3HZ/Alan+Lofting-20201016_154131.jpg Archive - 1980s https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606241270314-1N8XDKMOMBWN87XG1590/John-7.jpg Archive - 1980s https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606242494758-KRKMHYNI3XWZI245OLF5/03+Glastonbury_1987_cmatthews+Gaye+Bykers++03.jpg Archive - 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I went to get Jen a cider and never returned. She found me several hours later in the kids field watching a dude inside a giant balloon bounce to Mambo number 5. At the end the balloon popped and he was dressed as Elvis. I met this old man selling cider. He said he was the oldest cider maker in the UK. It was £2 a pint so I had 3. Turns out it was also the strongest cider in the UK. I went missing once again and was found in a dance field with a new found love of french techno.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606325145454-J3PVMUOYF1DFJQSAHYUQ/Zoe+Williams+2010.jpg Archive - 2010s - Zoe Williams, 2010 “This is a photo of myself and my now husband in 2010 at the Pyramid stage. We had both been to Glastonbury before we met and in fact were both right at the front for Blur in 2009. (We must have been metres apart!). We met at a house party 6 months previous to this picture being taken and soon got chatting about the fact that we were going to Glastonbury. His chat up line was, ‘I should get your number and we can meet up at Glastonbury!’ Needless to say we went together that year and for the next 3 years. It’s our special place, our wedding was a festival wedding and we had ‘sighed, sealed delivered’ by Stevie Wonder as our first dance. ” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/3c8a66a5-adeb-4dbf-9d71-d4036c1e6c7a/Rob+Barker-2010+Me+and+Joy.jpg Archive - 2010s - Rob Barker, 2010 “People talk of the Glasto spirit, and as a cynic myself I can understand those who balk at such talk from those who’ve never been. But it’s a very real thing, and in all my years of attending, probably the best example I can give is this. In 2010 Joy finally got sick of my nagging and decided to attend too to see what all the fuss was about. She couldn’t arrive until the weekend though, and a lot of the veterans I knew were sitting it out. This meant I camped alone for the first two days. It didn’t matter as I knew enough people scattered around the site I would wander alone and occasionally meet up. Joy arrived and as we woke on her very first morning there, we discovered we’d been robbed. Most of our money had been taken. After years of me talking about this Shangri-la, we had to report the theft and cancel our cards. What saved the weekend was going over to Welfare and speaking to a woman with a heart of gold who very kindly lent us enough money to not only survive, but enjoy the rest of the festival’s 40th anniversary. This simply wouldn’t happen at any other festival, I think. Our faith in human nature restored, we enjoyed a blisteringly hot weekend, and especially Stevie Wonder.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606325281298-C0NDE3S44SLE2Q44IZT9/image-asset.jpeg Archive - 2010s He asked if I’d like to watch them on stage!! So I just followed them up when they went on and ended up with signed set list and a thank you for watching guitar with Authentic Glastonbury rain stains !!) https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606325262902-NA6925I6BCMBVZKYSG1G/Russ+Hollowell-10.jpg Archive - 2010s Russ Hollowell, 2011 One time I was standing in the Park and a guy with guitar stood close by looking around and seemingly in discomfort . He caught my eye and asked if I would look after/ watch his guitar while he went to the loo!! It was Ed O’Brien, Radiohead guitarist and he heartily thanked me on his return! https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1d442992-c4ba-4a28-96f7-1b3c9fa1522d/Beth+Rowley.jpg Archive - 2010s - Beth Rowley, 2011 ““This was our first sunrise at the stone circle together. I was performing with my band and I invited him as a plus one… we’d not long been together. This night seemed to go on forever. I remember this moment at the stone circle so clearly, it felt like we were in a dream. I wanted to carry on forever and I knew I would never forget how perfect it was. He looked so beautiful. New love! No where on earth like it and no one else like my baby.”” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606325441130-GR5CGCAYNVZ3O5X480JX/Zoe+Williams+2010.jpg Archive - 2010s - Gaia Campbell-Coles, 2011 “I first went to Glastonbury in 2011 incredibly ill prepared with only a hold all, which cut my hands to pieces, and a single layer pop up tent which blew away after our first night. This was the joyous moment my friend and I invested in a new tent to share after his also met an untimely weather related end. ” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606325510850-07BK4HV5XAHF32Y11AIR/Zoe+Williams+2010.jpg Archive - 2010s - Helen Leigh Steer, 2011 “I worked the Glastonbury Green Field kid's area in 2011. Me and a group of friends ran an alternative education collective called Mission: Explore and we ran a tent where kids could get and complete fun missions. We had a tiny archaeology site where kids would dig for architecture models with toothpicks, a makeup and storytelling mask station where you could create and become a character and loads of kids also made a massive balloon chain with us, which took over the pirate ship. ” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606325628818-ZSB6JZ459LD87C82DJ20/Ruth+Robot-King+2013.jpg Archive - 2010s - Ruth Robot-King, 2013 “My husband Nik took this fab photo in 2013. Just before the start I was approached by a teenage reporter for help who didn’t know who the Rolling Stones were (can’t remember which newspaper). Decided I couldn’t abandon him after his first question “is that Mick Jagger?” So I dictated most of the Twitter uploads and missed watching a lot of the gig. Should have sent them an invoice” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/d58cb567-d78a-4c3d-a13d-d68aaf00e34e/Rob+Barker-2011+Me+unwell.jpg Archive - 2010s - Rob Barker, 2011 “Getting to see a reformed Pulp play a surprise set at The Park in 2011 with fellow fan Hannah, followed by The Chemical Brothers on The Other Stage with the gang, was one of my favourite days of the 13 Glastos I’ve attended. ” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/600b9c10-1974-45fc-bed7-5df4cf2a4499/Stevie+Holmes+2011-1.jpg Archive - 2010s - Stevie Holmes, 2011 “The last time I went to Glasto, it broke my spirit, the rain, the endless rain. And one of the party (not pictured) was not a wise choice for a camping buddy! My brother @fingermanedit here sporting his pink sponge cowboy hat that he also used as a pillow. Handy for finding him in a crowd after going for a piss.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/3cf3a9a5-e750-4f08-8fcd-a0bda247de81/Tom+Floyd+2011.jpg Archive - 2010s - Tom Floyd, 2011 “Our festival gang 2011. We had just seen Friendly Fires. I wasn’t really expecting too much, but to make sure we got a good spot for chemical brothers on the night we decided to get up there early - with the sun setting behind us and the band absolutely smashing their set they were my festival highlight! Take me back!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/166a36a4-14ec-4363-86de-9ea8bf6a4a5e/Mark+Murphy+2013.jpg Archive - 2010s - Mark Murphy, 2013 “I’m sending you a pic of me and my best friend Neil, back at Glastonbury in 2013. This was our third Glasto together and this is my favourite picture of us. In the middle is a barmaid we met and laughed with at a bar in The Park area. The mystery barmaid has made it to my living room wall, in a framed photo of us, despite me not having a clue who she is but then that’s Glastonbury for you! No idea of the name of the bar but I seem to remember seeing a real life mermaid sitting high on a stage in the corner of the tent! Neil & I had one more Glastonbury together in 2014 but sadly he lost his fight with cancer in 2017. As he was such a big part of my Glastonbury experiences I’ve had a t-shirt made with his image on ready to take to the festival so at least I can retain some connection to him but it looks like I will have to wait until 2022 to unveil it. Hopefully it still fits as middle age creeps in!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/6cd7575b-015e-4c7d-9a54-1ed14adc18aa/Rob+Barker-2013+Me+at+Pyramid.jpg Archive - 2010s - Rob Barker, 2013 “In 2013, now a father, I attended with Hannah, now the godmother of my daughter Emmie. I met Noel Gallagher, stood behind me waiting to watch Chic. He was very friendly and chatty, and as he nodded to me during the set as if to say, ‘How good is this?’, as far as I’m concerned, it means we’re best of mates now and he’ll invite me to the inevitable Oasis reunion. Probably. The Rolling Stones was really memorable. Not just for the fact they were finally performing at Glasto, but I needed to piss so badly, and it was impossible to get through the crowd, Hannah had to watch as I released my bladder into a paper cup under my coat. Sorry, Hannah. Probably ruined the magic of the gig somewhat.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/ea7d569d-7abf-4fa8-943e-d0dc716a0e30/Sarah+Rowlands-4.jpg Archive - 2010s - Sarah Rowlands, 2013 “I have been going to Glastonbury since 2005- quite late to the party. One years ticket and you are hooked! I attach photos of the crowd waiting for the Stones in 2013 –a highlight year. We waited at the pyramid from 10am until 9pm to have a spot near the front and were interviewed by the Sunday Times as a result and mentioned on the front page the following day!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606326514361-PII9LHK3INF9ICYOZ33D/Nigel+Brewer-2.jpg Archive - 2010s - Steve Bennett, 2013 “I first went to Glastonbury in 2013. Several friends had been previously and asked me if I wanted to join them. I’d been to loads of gigs and a couple of smaller festivals and in reality, just had no idea what to expect!!! My first memory (and perhaps my favourite) was that first arrival, I’d hired a Campervan and after we all set-up ‘camp’ we wandered down to the site that evening. The sheer scale of the view from the top of the “hill of death” above Gate C will never leave me. I’ve tried to take a photo of it many times, but perhaps it’s one of those views that should just be seen in the mind... Over the next few days, I simply fell in love with the place, the warmth, the music, the scale, the diversity and the care that everyone has for each other over those magical days. Perhaps to the surprise of my friends, I was completely hooked and vowed to go every year... My favourite photo (attached) is this one from 2014 - a bunch of mates just having a great time at the Pyramid stage, which sums up everything about Glastonbury; fun, friendship, laughs, a beer or three and come rain or shine, just magical... Last year, for the first time, I couldn’t get a ticket and it was then I really realised just how much Glastonbury means to me. Eventually, after months of trying, I got a place as an Oxfam volunteer and today, would have been on my way again for a week in the “Oxfield”. Here’s to 2021!!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606326452572-LOMGNCM12JK1AESKIUC1/Nigel+Brewer-2.jpg Archive - 2010s - Nigel Brewer, 2013 “In 2013 my wife had her 60th birthday coming up the following June. (Her birthday is actually on June 21st Midsummer’s day.) I asked what she wanted to do for her birthday and she said “ I want to go to Glastonbury” To cut a long story short we ended up going to Glastonbury the next 4 years. 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017 Over those 4 years we saw some fabulous performances and made many great friends and memories. We always travelled from Essex to the festival on the Tuesday night and would then either sleep in the car or in the queue so that we could get a good pitch when the site opened on the Wednesday. We would camp on Big Ground most of the time so that we could easily get to the Pyramid stage. We’ve been to a lot of festivals over the years but the atmosphere at Glastonbury is like no other place. It might get packed, it might and usually does get muddy, you probably won’t sleep for almost a week but we wouldn’t change it for anything.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/2a240e76-40d8-4856-ae17-fa78d15b604a/Megan+Dodds+2014.jpg Archive - 2010s - Megan Dodds, 2014 “This is a picture from my first Glastonbury in 2014, with my best friend Billie-May and our mums, Bev and Astrid. The four of us had the most gorgeous time and we didn’t stop laughing once. I still chuckle to myself when I think about the laughs we had that year. Astrid is a hardcore Glasto goer and has been going since the 90s, so she showed us the ropes and made sure we all had a ball.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606327411162-HI9C4LPJOK5PG57V6AGT/Jen+Wiseman-2.jpg Archive - 2010s - Jen Wiseman, 2014 “Club De Fromage on a Thursday night! Official shenanigans crew! Woodhouse (tall) and Jonny Hill! We get messy every year! Since 2004!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606327289907-20A9G6TZTS325DHQK36N/Ella+Fielding+2014-2.jpg Archive - 2010s - Ella Fielding, 2014 “Carving at Glastonbury 2014 this beaut with the Treepirates. It's also the year I discovered carving in the relentless sun in class C chainsaw trousers is brutal and the only other option was a mini skirt and chaps!?! Good Lord. Not quite the outfit I would choose but better than collapsing from heat stroke. God I miss these days. Take me back! @treepirates next year carving crew? ” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/76d83bb9-12f0-4f35-9cf1-a8495b780cf7/Rob+Barker-2014+Me+as+Unicorn.jpg Archive - 2010s - Rob Barker, 2014 “2014 was my last to date and although I was still a childish idiot at times (the pic my mate Jim took of me wearing his unicorn mask, while stood in a particular spot, made me appear to be vomiting a rainbow that was over the site. It’s had over a thousand likes on Instagram since), I was also getting moanier and felt like I couldn’t hack camping anymore. If I was to return I’d have to do it in a tipi or a hotel or campervan. And having seen the prices it cost to do that, I felt like maybe my time was up. But my love for Glasto never really went away and every year since I loved the BBC footage. Preach, Ian, his wife Julie and I decided to make our triumphant return for the 50th anniversary in 2020. I was really excited as Ian and Julie hadn’t attended in years and I’d had some of my best moments there with these three. Preach has lived in New Zealand for years now so don’t get to see each other anywhere near enough. We failed in getting tickets, and then COVID-19 happened. I’m 41 now. I really hope the pandemic doesn’t mean the end of the festival, because in these scary, uncertain times, we need it more than ever. I still hope, despite demand making it so difficult to get tickets, that I return one day and can show my daughters Emmie and Sylvie how much it means to me. When I die, I want some of my ashes sprinkled there. Thank you, Michael and Emily, for everything.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/73b413c0-78a9-4c25-aa43-12be4eee9338/Richie+Moose+Davis+2005.jpg Archive - 2010s - Richie Moose Davis, 2014 “A simple story, nothing out of the ordinary. We’ve been going to Glastonbury as a family since 2005 when our kids were 10 and 14. We missed 2014 as I was ill. We go as a big group of all ages, but mainly younger; me and my wife are the veterans . The usually MO is for me to do the shoulder rides for the gang as I’m pretty broad in the beam, a thirty year fire fighter gets you in shape for the lifting and carrying details.In the picture below, Chic have just started Good Times (one of all time favourite tracks...I was dancing to it when it was released) My gang had secretly planned to reverse the roll, so it’s me up top and my son doing the heavy lifting. As you can see, he gets his looks from his mum. To me it’s a picture of sheer unadulterated joy.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/ea6ee35e-639b-45bd-beae-f71f8abca879/Hayalsu+Altinordu-7.jpg Archive - 2010s - Hayalsu Altinordu, 2015 “Glastonbury has been a lifelong dream for me. It's almost like a myth to be able to buy a ticket outside the U.K. As a music business professional who has been traveling worldwide for music festivals, I was always dreaming of going to Glastonbury. And I tried it for five years. It turned out that 5th year was the charm with the help of Aybuke. We were in front of our laptops simultaneously, and after 20 minutes, I was jumping around with the joy of buying tickets for two. I flew from Istanbul to London, and the story kicked off in 2015. Preparing for Glastonbury was so much fun, and luckily, I went there with Aybuke, an experienced tent builder. We found a perfect spot for our tents, and that was it! Walking for kilometers every day, trying to decide which stage to go and watching the blue sky from the Glastonbury hill was dreamy. It was the most authentic festival I've ever been to. Lionel Richie's performance was the most unexpected act, which was lovely. I think Kanye was a total disaster, and it felt like a waste of time, whereas Pharell was pure fun. Witnessing a rock legend such as The Who was also unforgettable. We learned that Dave Grohl had to cancel Foo Fighter's performance due to an accident, but I knew Florence + The Machine would make up for it, and I was right. She just rocked the stage with her ethereal voice and breathtaking performance. Of course, the whole experience wasn't all pink clouds. I could only wash my hair once with ice-cold water, we waited for food queues and missed out on performances, and I got thrown mud and having to walk with it for hours. But it was worth it, and I hope to go back to Glastonbury one day. When we were about the leave Glastonbury field, we took photos and videos with all the trash madness in front of the Pyramid stage. The love and effort put into Glastonbury are breathtaking. When I want to go back to my happy place and smile, the only thing I need to do is to browse through our Glastonbury photos and videos. Long live Glastonbury.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/a827b6b0-37fc-4ecf-a679-d522e4055d70/Hayalsu+Altinordu-5.jpg Archive - 2010s - Aybuke Myers, 2015 “Hayalsu and I worked as a team to get Glastonbury tickets. In 2015 dreams came true. We decided to take the train from Paddington to Glastonbury. British organisers are amazing, they completely nailed the whole transport process. Everyone was in line, peacefully waiting for their train in the queue, a British classic. You couldn’t say these people are going to a massive festival if it wasn’t for the backpacks and tents they carried. It was totally relaxed and peaceful. Then the entrance to the festival area!! I have been to many festivals but never felt so welcomed at the entrance. You immediately get the feeling that you are entering a space of freedom and you belong there. While carrying all the stuff we brought, I saw people dragging their tents and food in market trolleys. That is genius, isn’t it! Noted for the next festival  2 tiny people, we easily managed to find a tent spot for our little tent looking across to Pyramid stage despite arriving on Thursday. Settled in and happy to start discovering the area. That discovery I believe could not be completed in 4 days. Such a massive field, so much creative artwork, unbelievable stage designs! On day 2, our Health app showed 20 km walking distance achieved! Yet, no sign of tiredness. The incredible line up required running from one stage to the other, letting ourselves float over crowds at narrow crossings. Seeing Maccabees one last time before the band split was a great opportunity. Patti Smith and Dalai Lama stage appearance was a magical moment. Throughout the festival, we enjoyed every bit of Lionel Richie ques; food stall signs, stickers, flags all calling for the big Lionel Richie! Indeed, he was also in awe and said after all these years he finally made it to Glastonbury. So did we Lionel, yaaay!! While Kanye West’s performance was a total disappointment for us, the most amazing headline moment was Florence and the Machine. Oh, didn’t she shine like the rising Sun into the darkness!!! We indeed danced and singed along with Florence and that performance will never be forgotten. The funniest moment for me was slipping in the toilet and wetting myself all over. Ended up waiting in the shower queue for 3 hours but that shower was so nice! I did wake up at 6 am next 2 mornings to start my day in style with a hot shower! ” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606329001997-WOEFLOOZ13FX5LL5PZGG/Vanessa+Miles+2015.jpg Archive - 2010s - Emma James, 2015 (pic by Vanessa Miles) “That’s me in the background with the rainbow hat. I think the girl was actually a woman knelt down on her knee. He was so gracious and stopped to speak with several of us along the route. He held my hand just before this shot and I wished him a happy birthday.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606328926595-LXZLB40MW9Z4JIGT4JAZ/Jen+Wiseman-2.jpg Archive - 2010s - Harriet, 2015 “This is my first photo with Harry on the weekend we met at Glastonbury 2015. He’s on bottom left and I’m on top of him. It was Sunday afternoon, hours before our first kiss at the pyramid stage, watching The Who. We were due to get married this June in Somerset and head to the festival for our honeymoon. Like many things, the wedding and Glastonbury have been postponed! Till next year...” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606329512219-VVQ8DIWMI5WFW2RZ78M2/Jen+Wiseman-2.jpg Archive - 2010s - Russ Hollowell, 2015 “Woodys story. Our Glastonbury adventures began in the 80’s and continued with family through the 90’s and beyond .After securing tickets for 2015 in the initial sale, we found out two weeks later that we were ‘adding’ to our ‘kids field ‘ gang !! .. natures last laugh ... at the age of 52 and my lovely wife 45 this was a bit of a shock but a very joyous one .Then reality bit ... so the new arrival would be making his appearance towards the end of .. er .. JUNE !! .As it got closer we were still unsure of our plans but fortunately Woody Fox Hollowell.. was born on the 7th June .. giving us AGES to prep for the festival??. Two weeks later he attended his first festival which is an achievement but even more of an achievement for mummy !! Festival two weeks after giving birth ! The following pics are from Woodys first ( including a cuddle from Flo ) second and third festival .. all by the age of two ! Many more to follow hopefully.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606329596802-J7852NYQN68I6Q1FW0B8/Natasha+Quinn.jpg Archive - 2010s - Natasha Quinn, 2015 “Glastonbury 2015. sweet memories of working in the healing field. The healing field crew is like a big family, chai by the fire, daily sauna and shower ventures, communal dinners, massage swaps, and lots of laughter ? here I am with Bettina and Simon getting ready for the opening ceremony. Happy days. love Glastonbury vibes” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/518fd65a-cc7f-4a8a-b479-e06d6033650b/Lee+Jackson2.jpg Archive - 2010s - Lee Jackson, 2015 “Ok, where do I start? I am going to try to keep this to 500 words and fit in some standout moments of my 4 festival visits to the inspirational Worthy Farm. 500 words – it ain’t gonna happen trust me! I think the most mindblowing feeling I experienced was that first sight of the Festival all set up and ready to go back in 2015 when I arrived as a total newbie. The rolling fields that I had watched transform via the totally addictive BBC webcam from lush green grazing land to a city that never sleeps complete with everything from a monstrous, nocturnal fire breathing spider, to the sprawling Healing Fields where the pressures of everyday life seem so far away. Since those first days of arriving at what my wife Claire somewhat aptly names as her “happy place” we have been back every non fallow year with best friends, Annalie, Dave and Luke (whose names I must mention for introducing us to this world in the first place!) and have continued to encounter new experiences, meet new mates, catch up with old ones, hear new things and laugh like we never laughed away from those fields. Here, among all of this, I must mention a serious part that we and many other amazing and altruistic people are actually on site for. We are all part of a voluntary organisation which is so important for every performer, ticket holder, security member, guest and more, namely Festival Medical Services. As a group we are there to attend to every medical need both physically and mentally. My role in this unbelievably skilled and committed team is to be a member of the infrastructure / production team, where I help set up medical facilities, stock with supplies, and ensure all is ready before those big green gates open and, at the end, to help return all of the areas back to the “love the farm, leave no trace” status once all the happy people leave for another year. Please take a moment to look at our website for what many will find an illuminating range of care provided, notice our proudly achieved Queens Award for Voluntary Services, and to see how you can help fund the ongoing efforts that help to keep everyone safe at many UK events. www.festival-medical.org So now I go back to my festival moments and favourite times with all things related to Muddy Lane and more. Favourite Act – difficult – so difficult, but to name a few. The Who, Pyramid Stage ; & Suede, John Peel Stage 2015; Coldplay, Pyramid Stage on er’ indoors birthday 2016; Don Letts, The Glade 2017, I think, it was a bit of a blur! The Killers & Kylie, Pyramid Stage 2019, although the Burt Bacharach sing-a-long was another of those surreal, only on the farm experiences that this hardened, tattoo covered Mod will never forget. Oh – only approx. 40 words left! – I am going to over-run. Sorry, but told you so! So succinctly, other favourite things, the early morning bleary eyed guardian back-pack odysseys, while everyone else is glued inside sleeping bags. Again, the peace that descends when you take a moment in the Healing Fields, the self-satisfying trek up to Strummerville for that must have t shirt, The amazing opportunity to meet the Glastonbury Sign man “Mo” – a gentle soul with time for a chat whilst listening to the cricket and dipping his brush in a can inside the Aladdin’s cave that is the Red Barn. And lastly the night my tired and emotional mate, Dave, had an emergency call of nature, and in a real novice move, dashed through the mud to the boys room. His trainer – yes trainer! -was sucked from his foot with a loud squelch and his now only sock clad foot returned itself to mother earth as his hand met his forehead in resignation and self pity. All to the echoes of my cider induced guffaws. Glastonbury – we love you and depend on you! Festival Medical Services – we love and depend on you! Long live Worthy Farm!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/53a00214-e4be-40e9-ae0a-691a7828cbe8/Lucinda+Evans-1.jpg Archive - 2010s - Lucinda Evans, 2015 “You could say that Lyla’s first Glastonbury was back in 2014 when I attended at 7/8months pregnant. Myself and Lyla’s dad had previously attended in 2010 & 2013. When I was pregnant I was constantly told by people that we wouldn’t be able to do all the things we had done as a couple but chose not to listen to them! Glastonbury 2015 came along and we were very excited to be able to take Lyla to her first festival. We all had a fantastic time as we always had, we got lots of people stopping and asking us how we managed it and praising us for taking her. That year some of the artists we saw included Lionel Ritchie, The Who, Motörhead, Mark Ronson and Idris Elba! Luckily we managed to get tickets again in 2016 and it was a different experience again with a now 1year old. Again, Lyla absolutely loved the festival and was even more aware of what was going on. Some artists we saw this year included James, Blossoms, Jeff Lyne’s ELO and Madness. 2019 was our last festival and Lyla was 4 years old. She was so excited to be heading back to the farm. We absolutely loved camping in Cockmill Meadow (previous years we stayed with family in West Campervan field), Lyla loved the milk being sold from the back of the tractor and excitedly waited for them each morning, we made it to the Kidz Field for the first time and Lyla enjoyed all the free activities on offer, she had a blast sampling all the different foods and ice creams, we had a fab time dancing at the Greenpeace Big Fish Little Fish Rave on a Thursday brunch and some of the acts we saw were Kylie, The Vaccines, Gerry Cinnamon, her favourites George Ezra & Liam Gallagher and she has a blast watching The Killers and even told her dad to take her down to the front for Stormzy which she returned with a unicorn headband. Steve telling me on their return it was like the parting of the sea getting through the crowd as he had Lyla on his shoulders!! Not forgetting we got to see the amazing Sir David Attenborough this year. Lyla was gutted that the last 2 years have been cancelled and always talks about Glasto. Hopefully she will continue to love it as we do. So many happy memories and so pleased that we have been lucky enough to take her. It’s a truly special place for all ages and I’d definitely say to anyone struggling to decide if or not to go pregnant, with a baby, toddler or child of any age, just do it, it is by far the best life experience with so much on offer.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/6aa671d3-8f22-468a-99e5-7483fa6258ba/Cat+Banks_7.jpg Archive - 2010s - Cat Banks, 2015 “Any trip to Glastonbury always starts with the gauntlet of buying tickets: a hugely stressful affair in which you and your housemates gather with your laptops on your knees in your living room, hungover, on a Sunday morning in October. Your most organised pal sends round a baffling spreadsheet of names, postcodes, and reference numbers. Your bank card balances on the arm of the sofa like a dangerous weapon. The digital clock on your phone ticks past 8:59 and you start furiously refreshing. The adrenaline starts pulsing through your body and your heart is pounding at the prospect of potentially going to the best festival in the world with your friends in eight months’ time. Or the alternative: failing your mission and being left to miserably avoid all media coverage of the last weekend in June whilst nursing a chronic case of FOMO. Although the ritual of getting Glastonbury tickets is not the most enjoyable part of the festival, it’s certainly memorable. There’s such a feeling of glory as you secure tickets for yourself and five of your friends; their hands enthusiastically clapping you on the back and hugs all round. On the other hand, words cannot describe the bitter horror of getting through to the ticket buying page and putting in all your details only to be transported back to a holding page and watching your session time out before your eyes. Never have I felt my heart beat as fast as when I was typing in those reference numbers. It’s all worth it though -when you’re standing by a huge bonfire at the stone circle on a balmy Wednesday evening in June surrounded by your mates, smiling, warm and grateful. The first Glastonbury I went to was in 2015, a year bathed in sunshine. On the final day, the temperature soared to 33 degrees. One friend passed out with half his face in the sun and half in the shade, resulting in a two-tone facial sunburn. We camped in Park Home Ground -near to the lair of Arcadia’s giant metallic spider. We could hear it breathing fire from our tents. I would describe this weekend as one of the happiest of my life. Never before have I felt so cocooned in the warmth of humanity and unity. My best friend had promised me that Glastonbury was special. “But it’s so big,” I had moaned to her,“what if I don’t like it? I’m definitely more of a small festival person.” Nothing could prepare me for the feeling of utter kinship I experienced that weekend, like the time spent marauding around the festival with my motley crew of sparkling friends, dripping in sequins, feathers and glitter. Equally, the moments forming strong bonds with new festival friends after a quick chat in the toilet queue. Musical highlights included watching Florence and the Machine light up the night at the Pyramid stage, beautifully filling the boots of Dave Grohl, who was injured at the last minute so could not play. West Holts quickly became my favourite stage with its eclectic mix of world music, jazz, soul and funk. Sunset on Saturday saw Todd Terje take to the decks for a mind-blowing set that complimented the streaks of pink and orange clouds that adorned the sky. George Clinton finished with a a funkadelic set to remember. It was just too good. I remember riding on the shoulders of one of my mates looking out across the mass of dancing bodies, thinking this is the best feeling in the world and I never want it to end. As I unglued myself from my tent and hopped into my wellies on the second morning, I was informed that “spooky Thursday” was upon us. Traditionally the day that my group of mates would take hallucinogens and roam the festival site. The day quickly descended in a blur of laughter as we escaped the sun to find shelter in the shady permaculture woods. In a wooded glade we proceeded to piss ourselves laughing at the smallest thing such as attempting to drink water from a camelback water carrier without it squirting into your face. A short walk from our little clearing, a lady was making heavily spiced onion pakoras in a vat of oil hanging over a campfire, served alongside a rich coconut curry. I swear to God it was the most delicious food I have ever tasted, despite the fact that my bowl appeared to be swimming with imaginary creepy crawlies. My ribs aching and my face fixed in a permanent grin, I felt satiated with laughter and love for my friends, and for this wonderful place. The thing I soon realised about Glastonbury is that it really doesn’t matter if you have heard of who you’re watching on stage, everything is so wonderfully curated that whatever you watch is a stonker of a show. No need to go traipsing from one side of the festival to the other just to see Coldplay (no offence to them! I’m sure they were great), but simply allow yourself to float around the festival catching what you can. Save your legs and open your heart and mind to new music. On the third morning, my best friend Lydia and I got into our bikinis at the campsite and tipped a bucket of cold water over our heads, scrubbed under our pits and washed each others hair. This went some way towards blowing away the hangover and preparing us for the last few days of the festival, which passed in a blur of sunsets, face paint and endless dancing into the night. In an attempt to squeeze every last drop out of Glastonbury, a friend and I stayed up to watch the sunrise over the stone circle. This final photo is a picture of me at that moment the sun dawned on the Monday, after thousands of cigarettes and hours of dancing, feeling happy and free.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606392913066-B8WIWD913WHRFESVHBGX/Natasha+Quinn.jpg Archive - 2010s - Dafydd Prodger, 2015 “We were lucky enough to secure tickets for Glastonbury 2015. On the Thursday my wife, son and I set out to explore the site and headed for a favourite bar of ours (Rock the) Kasbah. As the main stages and festival proper doesn't start until the Friday, Kasbah had a nice relaxed atmosphere and features a small stage where performers would entertain the festival goers and singalongs were not uncommon.The 3 of us had previously enjoyed a set by Tony Bowen - The Human Jukebox, a guitarist and singer who has no set list but instead encourages requests and works his magic on the eclectic requests that are sent his way. We were greatly enjoying his set as always (along with a cider or 2 for my wife and I, a lemonade for Evan) and at different points all 3 of us were dancing by the bar and stage area. Our son Evan has some unique dance moves and ended up dancing with a girl around 12 years older than him (he was 8 at the time). The atmosphere was lively and very friendly...one of the many joys of Glastonbury! During one rest break, Evan requested The Pretender by Foo Fighters from Tony. Tony didn't feel that he could do it justice at the time and so instead belted out a great rendition of Dance with me by Justin Timberlake on account of Evan's earlier dancing. While Tony played, he invited Evan on stage with him and asked if he would mind showing off some of his moves. Evan duly obliged and the crowd were immensely supportive, clapping and chanting Evan's name. At some point during the song, Evan was collected from the stage by the crowd of between 100-200 and they carefully crowdsurfed him through the entire length of the bar, to Tony's continued singing and request to the masses not to drop him. Tess and I stayed by Tony so he would know where to come back to and Evan was also chaperoned by a couple who were later to become members of our extended Glasto family. Both Tess and I were immensely proud as Evan took it all in his stride cheering as he went and remembering my instructions threw both hands up and gave the 'rock salute' with both hands held aloft as he was supported by the group of fellow festival goers all chanting his name. He was then very carefully returned to us, where between us and some very close friends, now Glasto family forged by that event, a few happy tears welled up.It was a defining moment in all of our lives and one the most precious memories of the most special places and best festival in the world !!!Special thanks to Tony Bowen, Rawden and Nicky (for chapparoning Evan) and Steve and Ali for the amazing photos - these became our Glasto family.” Pic credit - Steve Fothergill https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/09600990-5c6f-416f-bd92-11badfee0d3c/Elizabeth+Burchill-Beardie+and+Blondie+Glasto+2019+full+Kylie.jpg Archive - 2010s - Elizabeth Burchill, 2015 “Mike and I met at Glastonbury 2015. Sunday night at the Rabbit Hole. I remember Mark Ronson played a secret set about 2am. I was there with Emma. Mike was there with a big group of boys. Em and I are both pretty small and it was busy and were getting jostled a bit while trying to dance. The group of boys near us felt sorry for us (or maybe fancied us) and invited us to join their group. And that's when I got chatting to David, Mike's best mate. They were seasoned Glasto goers, all having been 10+ times. We ended up dancing with Mike, David and their other friend Kevin til the Rabbit Hole closed, then we wandered down to a bench and watched the sun come up. Total Glasto moment. At some point during the night, we clearly all became 'Facebook friends'. Em and I left to get the bus back to Edinburgh about 6am, and Mike, David and Kev went back to London. And that was that. To be honest, the next day, I couldn't even remember which one was Kevin and which one was Mike!! Fast forward a year. Glasto 2016. The year it rained! Em and I had tickets again. About a week before, Mike messages me to say that he and David were going again, and it would be good to meet up. Em and I thought we were pretty cool now, having friends we meet up with at Glasto...!! We met up for LCD Soundsystem and then, of course, it was Sunday night at the Rabbit Hole. This year we swapped telephone numbers. Then once again, Emma and I left and went back to Edinburgh and they went back to London. Fast forward a year. Glasto 2017. Emma is pregnant and she doesn't think she'll be up for late night partying! So, I message Mike and ask if I can party with him and David after Emma goes to bed? His answer, of course! The four of us actually end up hanging out quite a lot that weekend, seeing bands during the day, getting food together, and when Emma headed to bed about 11pm each night, I would hunt the boys down and the three of us would head to Shang-ri-la or Arcadia or Glade. A few weeks before Glastonbury, I'd been offered a new job which was 50% Edinburgh and 50% London starting in the July. I didn't have any friends in London, so I asked Mike and David if I could be their friend and hang out with them sometimes when I was down... After another Sunday night down the Rabbit Hole, Emma and I headed back to Edinburgh and they back to London, this time promising we'd see each other soon (especially as 2018 was to be fallow). I started my new job, and started meeting up with Mike and David when I was in London; then one fateful night, David couldn't make it. Mike and I had never spent any time alone...turns out we quite liked each other... and the rest is history! We did long distance for two years, between Edinburgh and London, but now live together in Edinburgh. There was no Glasto in 2018, but in 2019 we were there together, ending the weekend at the Rabbit Hole, of course (although it moved so not quite the same). My first birthday after we got together, Mike bought me a Rabbit Hole t-shirt. And we have the Glasto 2015 poster framed on the wall in our home together. Glastonbury is the most magical place, and it's even more magical for us because it'll always be the start of our story. We hope we're still going when we're 80! Attached are some (fairly grainy) shots of us over the years from our first meeting to Glasto 2019! We don't have tickets for 2022 but have our fingers crossed for the resale! Thanks Mike & Liz aka Beardie & Blondie xx” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606329711327-KJMTJV655HHF0UDSGJSI/Ali+Bird+2016.jpg Archive - 2010s - Ali Bird, 2016 “2016 - gosh that was a hard year. Going to the Jo Cox Memorial and listening to Billy Bragg sing so sweetly on the Thursday, then waking up to hear the Brexit vote result reverberating across the site with tent after tent just going "fuuuuuuuuck". That was HARD. This picture was taken while we were waiting for ELO to start on Sunday afternoon.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/6de47f28-158e-4ab6-862f-53dd8365861c/Graham+Fitzgerald-1.jpg Archive - 2010s - Graham Fitzgerald, 2016 “Friday morning of the festival, I remember being woken up by somebody in a nearby tent screaming at the top of her voice 'David Cameron has just resigned!'. While I'd been paying attention to the Brexit vote in the lead-up to going to Glastonbury, it felt to me like a foregone conclusion that we'd vote to remain and the referendum wouldn't change anything. After hearing the nearby shouting, I checked my phone to see a string of BBC News alerts and furiously tried to catch up on what had happened while I was passed out in my tent. That entire day the whole site had a weird energy to it - by mid-afternoon our group were joking about how ever act we'd seen that day, across numerous stages, had commented on the result and how devastating it was. Trying to process the news while also trying to have an amazing time at a festival was a weird mix of emotions. From chatting to strangers throughout the day, it seemed like almost every 20-something at the festival had voted to stay in the EU - we were all collectively mourning a future that hadn't happened yet. ” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/d69425d7-724b-4688-99c2-d6f0229821b6/Meg+Pope-01.jpg Archive - 2010s - Meg Pope, 2016 “2016 was pretty intense, weather wise! Left Bristol at 7am Wednesday, got to Pilton in 45 minutes only to be redirected to the Bath and West showground and held for hours as they let campervans on the site in groups of 4...took us 10 hours to get on site and had to be towed in by a tractor (and out again on the Monday!) Could have kissed the tractor driver we were so happy to be in!!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/b832faf1-719a-42a3-9fc1-d1977267e371/Jeremy+Byrne-1.jpg Archive - 2010s - Jeremy Byrne, 2016 “I’ve been going to Glastonbury since 1999, then in the run up to 2016 I secured tickets for my wife, step son and friends. I spent the build up months doing what I normally do, chatting about Glastonbury on eFestivals, making flavoured vodka and obtaining more fancy dress. I thought back to 2005 and the fun we had, that year my friends dad had passed away and we cleared out the garage and house. Now obviously a relative passing away is not a catalyst for fun normally but bear with me. Cleaning out the garage we found hundreds of assorted sunglasses and a few catalogues. His dad was a bit of a wheeler dealer and had bought in bulk to sell on. We took 4 boxes to Glastonbury and a couple of catalogues. Once we were there we gave sunglasses out for free to wrecked people much to their confusion and our glee. There are two moments that stick out as particularly joyous, the first was at the dance tent. Down at the front there was a sea of wide eyed ravers chewing their faces and sweatily bopping away. We targeted them straight away with the extra small children’s sunglasses, handing them over telling them their heads were massive, expanding, might explode.....much fun, much confusion. The second was at camp 4am/5am sat round camp fire getting wrecked and anyone that walked by we tried to tempt in with free sunglasses and free tequila. Most said no thanks and shuffled off into the sunrise but a few came. We sat them down gave them a swig of tequila and gave them the catalogue to peruse, we said any pair you want they are yours if we have them in stock. They sat discussing options, pros and cons, we talked style, lense colour then once a decision was made we went through the boxes and gave them away to them. So back to 2016, I wanted to recreate that joy. I looked online for cheap but interesting things I could buy to give away, sunglasses again? No needed to be different....I’m not sure how but I found 100 inflatable flamingos for £100. Now my wife wasn’t keen on me spending £100 on tat to give to strangers but I had an idea. I set up a crown funding page and said donate £1 or more and I will try and get you a flamingo or at least let you know where I am giving them away. I put in £20 to get it started, the donations flooded in, I could have probably kept it going to £300 but I stopped at 100. Then when Glastonbury came I took 20-30 out with me each day, and whenever we sat for a drink or food I blew them up and gave them all away. We then spent the whole weekend spotting them around the site. My wife wanted to go to the front of the pyramid for Coldplay so I gave her some flamingos to give out down there, resulting in this photo on the BBC. Looking back almost every band had a least one flamingo in the crowd that year.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606330065676-XCGC8ZNBY05B3Y1T6LRF/Ali+Bird+2016.jpg Archive - 2010s - Joel Segal, 2016 “2016 - This was my first Glastonbury (aged 44) - and I think it really summed up Glastonbury from all the fabulous stories people had told me over the years - the incredibly moving tribute to Jo Cox led by Billy Bragg, the devastating referendum result, the mud, the Syrian Orchestra with Damon Albarn, the mud, the Glastonbury spirit amongst everyone who was there, the mud, Adele on the Pyramid stage Saturday night and my personal highlight - being there to see my son performing with his band called Suspect Alibi in the Rabbit Hole....a truly unforgettable Glastonbury experience, hope I can get tickets again one day...Happy 50th Glastonbury!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606330603814-EZPYSTXR7AK1MG7NSRLI/Jon+Cousins-2.jpg Archive - 2010s - Mayor of Glastonbury town, Jon Cousins “Just to hear the opera singer singing rock & roll so pure – I thought I saw the Mayor there, but I wasn’t really sure.” 2016 was a tremendously special Glastonbury for me. To begin with, I had the huge privilege and honour of being elected the 317th Mayor of Glastonbury town that May, and – during the early part of the year – had been having conversations with Michael Eavis about how the town and festival could be more supportive and work closer together. One outcome being the Beeb making a superb little promotional film called ‘The magic of Glastonbury town’, which was screened on BBC 2, on the evening of Friday, 24th June – just before Muse headlined on the Pyramid Stage – and again on the Saturday afternoon. On the opening day of the Festival (Wednesday, 22nd June) I had a bit of fun with Greg James on BBC Radio One – being that week’s ‘Mayor of Where?’ Greg James: “What was your town’s Roman name?” Me: “It was called ‘Ynys Witrin’...” Greg James: “What sort of things go on there?” Me: “Well, we have an annual carnival and an annual festival – it’s a sort of cultural festival; theatre and arts – and some popular bands ...in fact my band is playing at the festival this year...” Greg James: “And what’s your band called Jon?” Me: “My band is called ‘Ophiuchus’ ...which is almost as good as ‘Ynys Witrin’!” Greg James: “I think I’m going to stop your there – considering what week we’re in I am going to take a guess – are you the Mayor of Glastonbury?” Me: “I am indeed!” Greg James: “And you’re playing this weekend!” Me: “Yes – in fact, I am the first Mayor of Glastonbury to ever perform at the festival!” ...And the Mayor of Glastonbury did perform – with Ophiuchus – on the Bandstand Stage at 1 pm on the Friday! However, the icing on the cake was watching one of my all-time favourites – Jeff Lynne and ELO – on the Sunday afternoon, and suddenly realising that a truly unique moment was upon me when they performed ‘Rockaria!’ – the lyrics being: “Just to hear the opera singer singing rock & roll so pure, I thought I saw the Mayor there, but I wasn’t really sure.” ...and saying: “wait a minute... That’s me!” Photo © Jason Bryant https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606385049702-DUNWNTQOLPQHEYESMZ8M/Joel+Segal+2016.jpg Archive - 2010s - Joel Segal, 2016 “2016 - This was my first Glastonbury (aged 44) - and I think it really summed up Glastonbury from all the fabulous stories people had told me over the years - the incredibly moving tribute to Jo Cox led by Billy Bragg, the devastating referendum result, the mud, the Syrian Orchestra with Damon Albarn, the mud, the Glastonbury spirit amongst everyone who was there, the mud, Adele on the Pyramid stage Saturday night and my personal highlight - being there to see my son performing with his band called Suspect Alibi in the Rabbit Hole....a truly unforgettable Glastonbury experience, hope I can get tickets again one day...Happy 50th Glastonbury!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606385711015-BGFOZCA2FN40MMGX6HR0/Jo+Cooley-5.jpg Archive - 2010s - Jo Cooley, 2016 “Glastonbury 2016. This year was the first time I took my kids and they absolutely loved it. This brought back so many memories from my days, about their age, going to Glastonbury. 2016 was a VERY VERY muddy year and my youngest got stuck in the mud in his little wellies but was scooped out by a passer by, it rained so much you couldn't even walk on the grass.. there was no grass. But this did not dampen our spirits at all. The Friday was also the day we found out we were leaving the European Union, and although shocked and saddened I couldn't of wished to be in a better place at that moment to make me feel human, alive and connected with the greatness of the world, because this is what Glastonbury means to me!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/e4e13599-7d71-43e1-af5e-b7d304723946/Samantha+Nash+2016-3.jpg Archive - 2010s - Samantha Nash, 2016 “Glastonbury was Brexit year. It was the year when everyone had an opinion on politics that they wanted to share! It was also the muddiest experience I had ever had in my entire life. My daughter was a student nurse at the time & was physically sick in the tent from exhaustion after coming off back to back shift. I thought we would have to leave early but thankfully she’s made of stronger stuff and we stayed until sunrise on the Monday morning. This particular Glastonbury really had tested our love for the place. It had been hard work with all the rain and mud. But if we hadn’t ever experienced all that, we wouldn’t really have experienced the real Glastonbury, would we? ” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/fc2c0293-9cf5-4975-b72f-ebead06664a6/Vicky+Steward_ben+cry.jpg Archive - 2010s - Vicky Steward, 2016 “I personally navigate around the festival using 30 years of memories, which is of absolutely no use to anyone else at all. The main memory I think I will retain from 2016’s very muddy event is of the spot close to Arcadia (we’d just been to see the show which was fantastic) where we spent an hour on Friday night. We stopped by some litter bins and discovered the car-sized patch of mud in front of us was somehow more treacherous than the rest. About half of the people trying to get through it got stuck, fell over and lost their wellies. Being the helpful, kind people we are we started placing bets on who would go over next. The family next to us (who turned out to be from Pilton) joined in with an It‘s a Knockout style commentary. We then all started applauding: 1. All the people who fell over and 2. All the people who looked like they were going to fall over but didn’t. I did have a fleeting moment of guilt at not actually helping anyone, but actually, it’s hard to help when you are laughing so much you are crying. Besides, most of the people who went in to help fell over and lost their wellies too. At one point a group of security surrounded the mud and looked intimidatingly at it, but it defied their control measures and persisted in being sticky and hazardous, so they went away again. ” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606385630159-YFZCNIETW88VPM5MGD0M/Smitty+Smith-6.jpg Archive - 2010s - Smitty Smith, 2016 “I’ve had the honour of being involved in some awesome creative projects with the Treepirates for many years at Glastonbury Festival plus a great year (2016) with Avalon Axes in the Green Crafts field teaching people to throw axes! I haven’t got nearly as many photos of those projects as I wish I had, sooo many fun times and awesome friends came out of this amazing collaboration of creative people. Long live Glastonbury Festival!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/fe45c217-ec24-43c3-92c4-6002bb21823a/Charlie+Davies-2.jpg Archive - 2010s - Charlie Davies, 2016 “In 2016, during a particularly muddy festival, I saw an artist with his easel, standing in a puddle, painting the festival. I was intrigued and inspired, and although at the time I thought it was so beyond my capabilities, I squirreled the idea away in the back of my mind. Three years later I felt brave enough to have a go myself and as with all things, where I feel nervous and need a bit of bravery, I did not regret lugging my paints on to the site and having a go. There are many people who are inspirational to me and I will always be grateful to Peter Brown (fondly known as Pete the Street) for putting the idea of painting at Glastonbury into my head. Do check out his work; he’s an absolute master! Painting makes me so happy and Glastonbury is one of my favourite places on the planet, so painting there is heavenly! As with all things Glasto, the people really make it, and I had so many lovely relaxed chats while sitting there doing my thing. More memories to treasure. Fingers crossed we will be able to head on over to Pilton one day soon and soak up more of the joy that is Glastonbury Festival.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/41d13ac1-1d35-4be0-998b-55d313f5f4de/Zoradi+1983-2.jpg Archive - 2010s - Zoradi & Phoebe, 1983 & 2016 “The top photo was taken in 1983, when I was 19 or 20. My daughter Phoebe tried to recreate this in 2016 (below) when she was the same age.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606385837922-6AU9ISWP0VV9H25SHQQ3/Andy+Gibbon-2.jpg Archive - 2010s - Andy Gibbon, 2017 “The Lemon Twigs in a packed Crows Nest in 2017. Only way I could get into the tent to see the gig was to sneak on to the back of the stage.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606386035695-7SXG8VEN5Q4354F93E5I/Emma+Stoner+Glastonbury-2017-Festival-with-Kids-1-of-1-2.jpg Archive - 2010s - Emma Stoner , 2017 “This photo was taken at the Leftfield stage in 2017. My daughter Lila & I had just been watching Jeremy Corbyn address the crowd. It was electric. Jeremy had actually given Lila a little wave earlier on in the day when we saw him having lunch at the Greenpeace field! Lila was only 2 at the time so I didn’t want to expose her to really loud music. This was the main gig we went to that year. The rest of the time was spent in the green-field’s & kids field, exploring small bands & art workshops. We still sometimes sing “Oh Jeremy Corbyn” together! ” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606385962055-IPCCLKNYIHZN5ON27TKU/Donna+Sanderson-2.jpg Archive - 2010s - Donna Sanderson, 2017 “For my first Glasto, I was able to take two kids who had lost their mum only 2 weeks beforehand. They had chosen supermarket flowers for her funeral and someone we know organised tickets for them to see Ed Sheehan on the Sunday. Glasto brought us all joy in a really difficult time and we made it to the front. I was happy seeing Barry Gibb and chic too and L& H loved Biffy Chiro! I’m still not over having to use a shewee though???” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606387119917-8K2919F4H8L03EGKQK71/Jocelyn+Greenwood+2017-2.jpg Archive - 2010s - Jocelyn Greenwood , 2017 “2017 - My 30th Birthday at Glasto I would say it was one to remember but I can’t remember too much of it! This is a photo of the ‘Pigasus’ and ‘Ice Pig’ crew all dressed up in gold to commemorate my milestone birthday. The funny thing is I don’t actually picture in the photo as I am passed out under the gold flag from too much dizzy water... oops!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606391392471-MVBJDCXQKUG71HVWABCQ/Jen+Wiseman+2015-3.jpg Archive - 2010s - Jen Wiseman , 2017 “From The Voodoo Tweed Cult of Your Mum first gigging Glastonbury. We played the Fluffy Rock Cafe to no one, but we still played! Oh and the weatherman came with his flute! The weatherman is a barefoot hippy with a garden trolley full of weather symbols from the stone circle.We busked the stone circle and got some great professional photos and appeared on the Sunday daily photos! The other two are the Stone Circle and the artist who made a watercolor painting of us. We persuaded her to sell it to us! 2017...” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606391604898-C61E6IOLKCDPEJPMXSND/Liz+Michell+2017.jpg Archive - 2010s - Liz Michell , 2017 “My husband Jago and I went to Glastonbury with our best friends Judy and Andrew plus our kids. We went to celebrate our 25th Wedding Anniversaries and also 20 years of friendship. As families we had spent happy camping holidays together and the opportunity to go to Glastonbury was too good to miss! Also with us were 2 sisters - Charlie and Mollie – who were friends of Judy & Andrew’s children – and the girls were a brilliant addition to our group. We managed to get tickets for the first time (although a couple of the youngsters had been before!). We had amazing weather – and had no rain or muddy puddles to contend with! We camped close to The Other Stage which is where this photo was taken. We all have the very best memories of a wonderful shared experiences.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/4f5da1f2-47e8-48f7-9ecd-d1862218323e/Charles+Shires-1.jpg Archive - 2010s - Charles Shires, 2017 “One of my most treasured Glastonbury memories is from the Sunday morning in 2017, my first year attending. I was at the festival with my fellow Glastonbury virgins, Cory, Dave and Josh. After 4 days of bedlam and my body crying out for me to stop the abuse, I realised that we had drunk every single one of the beers we brought with us. All 240 of them. I staggered down Pennard Hill towards the EE tent to swap my rechargeable battery so I could juice up my phone for the day, and consoled myself that taking it easy on the Sunday was probably the right thing to do anyway. Wrong! As I left to head back to the camp, I heard a voice to the right of me, from a couple of men sitting under a tree. ‘Psssst, mate, come over here!’, And I did, ‘Would you like to buy this crate of 24 Carlings off me?’, said one of the pair. ‘We can’t stomach any more!’. Immediately they had my attention, and my suspicions. Were they playing a trick? Had the cans somehow been filled up with God-knows-what liquid and resealed? Alas, my need for beer got the better of me and I duly agreed that I would take them up on their offer. 'How much would you like for them?', I enquired. ‘Erm, a quid will do’ was the response. ‘Are you sure?’ I replied, elated, not being able to believe my luck. Then suddenly the other bloke piped up with ‘No way mate, you can’t sell all those beers for only quid! That’s ridiculous! Ask him for £2!’. And so I plucked a shiny £2 coin out of my wallet, one of my few remaining coins, and then exchanged it for the Carlings. Now it’s not my beer of choice, but beggars can’t be choosers in these situations, and I had just done a deal that even Alan Sugar would be proud of. I carried my loot back to the camp, akin to a hunter bringing back a substantial bounty over my shoulders after a day of hunting. The camp erupted in cheer and we opened the beer, and headed down to Chic with the sun beaming down on us, the warm Carling flowing through our veins. We were ready to take on the last day. And it certainly didn’t disappoint. Needless to say we were up until the sun rose on the Monday morning, and the car journey home was interesting to say the least. To the 2 inept businessmen but extremely sound gentleman who were dwelling under the tree in the Glade that day, I thank you, and I hope I can do business with you again one day!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606387252907-H3MS4N2EECB3UWH55SLL/Donna+Sanderson-2.jpg Archive - 2010s - Richard Beynon, 2017 “I had to share my moments for 2017. I worked there for 5 years as a campsite steward in worthy view. I didn’t know it at the time, but was to be last, Since then I have been diagnosed with terminal cancer and whilst I could return its probably better not too. I had the time of my life there helping campers out when they where lost , drunk, stoned, in need of help, or just wanted a chat. The other volunteers and the music just beyond words to me I will miss it forever. I would love to go one last time!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Apart from the music and the atmosphere when I helped a young lady from London who’s mum had died suddenly, get herself together and on a train back to London at midnight on the Friday will stay part of me for ever I hope she was ok in the end.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606387535232-I85M36X5T46TDCP524OL/Michell+Browne-1.jpg Archive - 2010s - Michelle Browne, 2017 “2017 was my third, and hottest, Glastonbury. I fell in love with everything about the festival the first time my husband, a proud Glasto veteran, took me there, from the mystical opening ceremony to the early morning sunrises viewed from the Stone Circle, and all the sweat, mud, glitter, music and dancing in between. I've always gone with a large group of friends, and we spend our days and nights exploring the site, trekking all the way from Silver Hayes across to the Green Fields and back again. There's a unique sense of community and belonging on the farm, it's like stepping into a secret universe, and you leave part of yourself there when it's all over. Strummerville is a particularly special part of the farm for me. Trekking there in the evenings to soak up its chilled spirit and listen to acoustic music by the campfire is a Glasto ritual for my husband and I. On the first day of the festival in 2017, a blisteringly hot Wednesday, we strolled up to Strummerville together, taking in the view on the way up without a care in the world. I thought nothing could top being back in my favourite place with my best friend... until I turned around to see that he'd whipped out an antique ring box! Of course, in a flurry of shock and excitement, I said yes! The opening ceremony that night felt extra special, and spending the weekend celebrating our engagement with some of our closest friends was an experience I'll never forget. We visited the eccentric town of Glastonbury during the fallow year in 2018 and hiked to the top of the Tor to watch the sunset, and we cheekily trekked to the farm where we bumped into none other than the legendary Michael Eavis himself! He was so friendly and down to earth, and wished us well for the wedding. We married on Ireland's west coast last summer, and we included several nods towards our favourite festival throughout the day. We incorporated pagan hand-fasting into our marriage ceremony using ribbons from the farm, and we recreated the iconic rainbow tower and surrounding fields in our wedding cake. My husband even hand-wove the very top of the tower in the healing fields on his last visit to the festival. We held the ceremony outside in front of a floral tipi, and we designed the table settings as different festival sites. Glastonbury will always hold a very special place in our hearts, and we can't wait to return in the future. But for now, we're looking forward to donning glitter and sequins and watching re-runs of previous years at home. ” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606394293794-WD35AI66CEUWKNPYWJPX/Gaia++Calum-1.jpg Archive - 2010s - Gaia Campbell-Coles, 2017 “My husband and I both love Glastonbury and had originally considered a ceremony mid festival in the town, as we had seen others do before, but we didn't want to miss any of the festival and it was logistically quite tricky. After searching through the internet we thought it would be amazing (and a lot easier) to simply have some photos of us taken by a photographer in wedding gear around the festival before we got legally married a week later. Using the well loved efestivals forums where I spend the majority of my time after success in the ticket sales, we found Emma who offered to photograph us. She also suggested we have a hand fasting ceremony on site and put us in touch with some local celebrants who agreed to help us out. They told us what we needed to do to prepare for the ceremony, which was to make our own hand fasting rope and to bring a broom to sweep the circle during the ceremony. We made our rope using colours that had special meaning to us after researching what the different colours mean in a hand fasting, and we crafted a broom from a carved stick we had bought at the festival a few years ago and twisted hazel twigs from the tree in our garden. We also were put in touch with a florist who was attending who made a bouquet and buttonhole of sunflowers for us, and my amazingly talented hairstylist friend who attended offered to style my hair. The way all these people came together to help us when we had very little money was incredible and it was just such an amazing example of that Glastonbury spirit, where everybody looks out for each other. We had never met the celebrants and we had to just put all our trust in them that they would come through for us in a few months time. The journey into the festival was interesting as people were quite confused by us carrying a giant broom, especially the security. On the Thursday morning of the festival we all met up and got ready to meet above the tipi field for the ceremony. Our friends all dressed up for the occasion and in typical Glastonbury style we covered ourselves in glitter and had a few drinks on the way up. When we met the celebrants they said they had organised a Piper for us, which was completely unexpected but amazing. As we walked up to the field we heard the sound of bagpipes playing and saw the incredible archway that had been crafted from wood with deer antlers atop it.The Piper, Fergus, explained to us he had felt compelled to make an archway, knowing it had to be made but not knowing what it was for. He did not know we would be having a hand fasting there. It was also very fitting he played the bagpipes as my surname is Campbell and my family can be traced back to the Campbells of Argyll. Again, nobody knew this. It was magical. Quite a crowd had gathered for the ceremony which we hadn't expected and it was quite nerve wracking being in front of so many people, but we just focused on each other and we soon forgot about everybody watching .The ceremony itself was more than we could ever have hoped for and we are so grateful to Sandie and Andy for all the hard work they put in to it for us, two complete strangers. At the end, we jumped over the broomstick we had made into our new lives together. Sandie and Andy then presented is with a hand written card from Michael Eavis wishing us the best in our marriage and expressing his happiness that we chose to be handfasted at his festival. We knew they were local but we didn't know how local! It was an amazing moment. Afterwards we ate macaroni cheese in the park and had our first dance at the stonebridge bar among the crowd. It was an amazing day, one we will never forget, and we are so grateful to everyone who helped make it so special.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606395119445-P5AGVDKXCZJ1Y36FX3PZ/Gaia++Calum-3.jpg Archive - 2010s - Gaia Campbell-Coles, 2019 “2019 was slightly different in that we had an extra member of the team, our 9 month old daughter Flora! Glastonbury is certainly a different experience with a baby, but it was equally as amazing. She absolutely loved it. The only part Calum didn’t love was when we were watching Kylie minogue, flora was on his shoulders and he was dancing. When he lifted her down we noticed an orange stain on his collar that hadn’t been there before. On closer inspection it turned out that Flora's nappy had leaked all down his neck! (For reference we got a photo of the before, or should I say during!)” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/a11c6341-35ea-4aa5-8279-769d27d42879/Nadine+Oliver+2019-1.jpg Archive - 2010s - Nadine Oliver, 2019 “Here is some back story to the photos! I'm Nadine and I'm 28 years old and I've been to every Glastonbury since 1997 with my family. My dad and aunt both went to one of the very first ones in the 70's (possibly the second one?) and then not long after I was born, started going again. 2019 was the first time I went without anyone else from my family, I managed to get a volunteering slot with Oxfam and went with a friend who'd never been before and some of his friends. As soon as we arrived on site, I knocked my camera as we were unpacking the car and part of the back of it fell off, which left some overexposed spots on the whole film. As soon as we settled on site on the Monday before the gates opened, we walked up Pennards Hill and watched the most glorious sunset. I remember we were all laughing because it started off pretty nice but the lower the sun got, it just kept getting better and better, with the most brilliant colours! I love that moment when you've got yourself set up for the week and you can finally relax a bit. The other photo is from The Chemical Brothers, I watched most of the set alone, but it was just magic to soak up the atmosphere, all the way to the back of the field, everyone was just having the best time! ” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/d740f4fc-fe6a-4011-9278-bbcd93a0064b/Yasmin+Chiffers-2.jpg Archive - 2010s - Yasmin Chiffers, 2019 “Eager and ready! It all starts the Tuesday for us and this year we were lucky! We turnt up around 5/6pm. The car park with lots of cars still so we get our main items including the tent and a few bits of clothing and walk to the que which we were around number 3 or 4 in for one of the gates. Now for the long long night ahead. At first the buzz and excitement keeps you entertained for a few hours and then it starts to get real cold and you get very tired. As all you have is your little uncomfortable chair and your backpack. The moment it gets dark is when you see the whole of the site light up and it's magical! It looks like a whole new town has been built and the excitement to get in gets even more real! My partner is fine. He can sleep anywhere so he puts his backpack on the floor and goes to sleep. I dozed on and off but the cold and the rain woke me up and the que is starting to get bigger and bigger and bigger. The other trouble is. Where to go to the loo being a girl! This involves talking to security nicely to hop a fence and run back to where the cars were and the toilets, if you are in the middle of the que though I think this wouldn't be possible. 7am comes and as far as i can see is people! All ready and waiting to get let in and then we heard the news our gate was being let open!.. the first ones in and only by the main man himself. Micheal Eavis! He gives his speech and everyone cheered and with that the gates opened and the mad dash and run to get in was crazy! Camping in the que is deffinatly an experience but it is 100x worth it." https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/a5f22f3b-7ad0-4607-a16a-23cec6558a1e/Jennifer+Case+2019.jpg Archive - 2010s - Jennifer Case, 2019 ““It embodies you, there is no way to describe it- it’s like all that matters is what’s in front of you- your friends, your family, your soul. “Meet you at the well” that’s our place at the pyramid- then the sun goes down, the night twinkles, the air is euphoric and mate that’s happiness in your heart right there” ” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606395202139-2YOKODJZ2H0I0DGSX8B6/Brian+Carson+2019.jpg Archive - 2010s - Brian Carson, 2019 “This shot was from Tuesday 25th of June 2019 - its a Glastonbury crew bar hence why its so packed - shame it was so packed as I wanted a WBC (Workers Beer Company) Team photo but we were spread around 3 tables. The guy on the right is The Chief of Police of the Keflavík area that includes Keflavík International Airport {Iceland}. He has been on my Team since 2009 although he has been kicking himself for years because I first offered him a place either in 1997 or 1998 but it took a long time to persuade him as he is not into camping and neither is his wife. ” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/dfb82d00-d686-44ec-877c-18c3daf12ccf/Amy+Harris+2019-2-2.jpg Archive - 2010s - Amy Harris, 2019 “This picture was taken in 2019. Our girl gang have been together every year for the past 10 and this was the first Glastonbury we had together after losing our best friend, Faye in a tragic way. As you can see in the pics we are carrying a pineapple. Faye always said she was the pineapple queen, if you knew her you would know exactly why, she shared so many wacky attributes with the tropical fruit. After her death, many people remembered her by buying pineapples and there was even a memorial where everyone brought one along. We carried the pineapple to every stage so we could have her with us, especially listening to Liam Gallagher (we are proud Mancunians) The most magical moment happened when a woman we had never met approached us and asked us if the pineapple was for Faye. We couldn’t believe that out of thousands of people this would happen.and that her legacy had reached so many people.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/25a986fb-3803-4726-ace0-0eaaebbe92d0/Jimi+Herrtage+-+Glastonbury+2019-1.jpg Archive - 2010s - Jimi Herrtage, 2019 “I was taking pictures at the Beat Hotel for Maribou State and Pedestrian in 2019 who absolutely smashed it! There were about 20 people on stage all partying with a huge prop box (at one point I was dancing with a giant plant). This photo was taken of Seth Troxler playing after Maribou State! Was such an amazing energy on stage, I've known the boys for a while so it was a great reunion. They have always had such a big crew of legends around them and it was so epic all of us acting like lunatics prancing around on stage at the last beat hotel in what we didn't realise would be the last Glasto for a while! ” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/0beb9701-b260-4b97-aa3d-c645be3fc0c1/Inga+2019-2-2-2.jpg Archive - 2010s - Inga, 2019 “The Beat Hotel at Glastonbury left some very special memories for me from the first time I went in 2017, and knowing that 2019 was their last year - I spent a large proportion of my time dancing there. It’s one of those places at Glastonbury where once you’re inside, you completely lose track of time. The strangers you end up dancing with are on a different energy level. My Kimono Partner - the girl I never even asked the name of, was full of that incredible energy. I swapped my kimono with her and the next thing we knew - we have started a clothes swapping chain with other dancers too!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/571ea22a-5e0e-496d-9c5d-5a47a36a5cb3/Christen+Williams+2019.jpg Archive - 2010s - Christen Williams, 2019 “This glasto felt like such a big deal to me cause it was my last festival with my OG boobs before I had a mastectomy. I would never have worn a bikini with such a cleave before, but I was loud and proud waltzing round Glasto. Loved it. Special memories.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/b79ed4f9-0bb0-40ed-942d-4caeb5acafda/Charlie+Davies-1.jpg Archive - 2010s - Charlie Davies, 2019 “In 2019 I also made this etching of Glastonbury Tor surrounded by the clover gathered from the camping fields at the festival. I really enjoyed making this little to plate etching and hope to continue the series of my favourite places as soon as I can safely get back in the workshop.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606395648005-1D7TOHV01KWNLQH38V38/Janine+Lockyer+2019.jpg Archive - 2010s - Janine Lockyer, 2019 “Arlo is 7 and has been to every Glastonbury Festival since he was born. This is not one of my favourite pictures of me, but the memories attached to this photo make it precious. He was so excited to see George Ezra and as we stood in the crowd Arlo was fizzing with excitement. At some point during the set I just watched as my child threw his head back and sang his heart out. He was totally in the moment. I cried happy tears. We danced our way through George's set, and we sang together and as we walked away from the Pyramid Field when it had finished he said he felt a little sad that it was over, and I held his hand and told him I knew exactly how he felt. Through all the hedonistic child-free years I attended the festival, I don't think I ever made a memory that could match the feeling of seeing my child discover the emotion and joy of seeing his favourite artist perform live.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606395587658-TYJZJV4YYHENLOJZEES9/Brian+Carson+2019.jpg Archive - 2010s - Jasmin Smith, 2019 “2019 was the first year I'd attempted to get tickets and I managed to secure them. There were 12 of us from work but I was the only one to get through so only 6 of us ended up going. All I remember is that the heat was unreal, I'd woken up on the Sunday with a swollen/split lip due to sunburn (don't wear vaseline and get sun burnt) and spent the morning in the medical tent. I was given an antihistamine and sent on my way. It was one of the worst and best experiences ever, the Sunday was so hot I remember missing Kylie to seek shade and sleep in the shadow of one of the flags. I also remember walking around and finding endless new things. At one point I'd found a small boho tent where light, calming music was being played followed by artists of similar style. There must have been only about 20 of us in there and we were all laying on the floor, heads on the laps of friends and strangers, falling asleep to this beautiful music at 2pm in the afternoon.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606395840599-3NP5SOO6QQKAY4HCVMDU/georgie_burke+image0.jpg Archive - 2010s - Georgie Burke, 2019 “2019 - My friends and I were all deciding whether to join the Friday night Fatboy Slim crowd or go and check out Stormzy. Fatboy Slim is amazing and we were seeing him on the Saturday so we decided to see Stormzy. What an amazing set it was, we were so drawn in by his emotion, you could feel it in the crowd.....he was amazing and when Chris Martin joined for Blinded by your grace it made it just that little bit more special. We danced all night with our drinking backpacks on, we met up with the others that went to see Fatboy and then headed to the amazing Shangri La....amazing, loved it! Whenever we listen to Blinded by your grace we shed a happy tear that reminds us of being in the field of dreams. It’s become our Glastonbury song! Memorable comment during his set between me and Amanda ‘I don’t normally listen to Stormzy outside of work’ What a moment, 2019.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1609353001030-5Z4NXBDLSQ3F4BXR1QRJ/John+Duncan+2019.jpg Archive - 2010s - John Duncan, 2019 “I was at Woodstock in 1969. Five years ago I registered in order to get tickets for Glastonbury 2019 to celebrate my personal journey of survival 50 years on. It was 7 years ago I became aware of Glastonbury. As I explored the festival web site it became clear that this was what I was looking for. Karma must have been good that day in October when the tickets went on sale! I failed to get a ticket on the first round for the coach package. Sunday, 5 minutes in and, “bingo”, I got in and secured my ticket. I found the eFestival page and from there I connected with a WhatsApp group called Camp Solo that has been going to Glastonbury for 5 years now I believe. They are an amazing group of people and they brought me a tent, sleeping bag, and air mattress which was set up and ready for me upon my coach arrival on Wednesday. Already this was becoming an amazing experience! Being a street photographer the festival was heaven on earth for me. It has the ethos and vibe of Woodstock minus the chaos! To be honest I didn't see that many acts from start to finish as I was up 5am walking the site, meeting people, telling my story and hearing their stories. The thing that struck me most was that everyone was in the same headspace. People from all walks of life and different parts of the globe together celebrating music, art, and life! And everything flowed. A river of people along the railroad and never seeing anyone running into each other or pushing and shoving. To describe it to someone that's never been there would be like describing color to one who is blind. Glasto was as much of a life changing experience at the age of 68 as Woodstock was at 18!" https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/5867503d-562d-472d-8071-02893d28f2c6/Matt+Sant+2019-3.jpg Archive - 2010s - Matt Sant, 2019 “My first Glastonbury and in fact my very first festival. My other half loves festivals so thought what better way to mark our first of many by asking her to spend the rest of her life with me! Thankfully she said yes and we had the best time ever! Glastonbury is such a special place and I look forward to taking our 5 month old daughter Stevie in a few years when she is old enough.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606396048910-RDUNSSNS43Z8Y7W2GY3O/image-asset.jpeg Archive - 2010s https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606396079190-0W0KR4PHEYECL8CQ75O5/Sarah+Adams-1.jpg Archive - 2010s Sarah Adams, 2019 “Waiting for Kylie to come on the legendary legends slot on the pyramid stage I look into the sky & I see.... “Sarah Adams Marry Me Joe”I couldn’t quite believe it.. at first I thought it was for another Sarah Adams at first because I had no idea at all! Joe had been planning this for months, asked my mum before Glastonbury & then my dad on the Wednesday of glasto, he planned for the pilot, organised the flyover months ago & I had no idea. Joe bought the ring in the green fields area on the Thursday, whilst I planned to get my hair braided & kept the ring in his programme lanyard until the Sunday.... & I didn’t see anything. On the Sunday we awoke like another normal Glastonbury morning (I’ve been to the festival 9 times now & joe has been 3 times) we had a lazy get up after a boozy day on Saturday topped off by seeing The Killers! The boys went to the pyramid stage early & the girls stayed to finish off getting ready! We went to catch years & years but not to our knowledge David Attenborough was appearing just before Kylie so the pyramid stage was packed.. apparently Joe was getting anxious that I wasn’t going to get there, but we were able to push through towards the end of the years & years set. He didn’t seem nervous at all, so I had no idea what was to come. Just as Kylie started Joe pointed to the sky which made me look up & there was the banner. My friend then had to get me to turn around to find joe on one knee holding the very ring he bought at the festival the Thursday before, & of course I said YES!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606324697635-PC9DI6P9WRIDIKH8NQS4/Neil+RESIZED-17.jpg Archive - 2010s https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606325742756-QNEK02GDX8JKO1BBBISB/Heidi+Wesson+2013-4.jpg Archive - 2010s https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606326971384-N24TR7N3M6YTF2967KPI/MGS+Emma+-14.jpg Archive - 2010s https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606327940118-DTLNC40S801W0KZ4NWSY/paul.adam+glasto+2014+1.jpg Archive - 2010s https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606329256699-7Y9QNTWVP2B1FQNBXDKF/Russ+Hollowell-12.jpg Archive - 2010s https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606385512187-10PYPTHYJACSFGH5QC44/Smitty+Smith-1.jpg Archive - 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Bowie played on my mums 40th birthday which couldn’t have been more perfect! Me and brother got interviewed by top of the pops Saturday but sadly we never made it on tv but we were super excited. Looking back we may not have made the best music choices but going as a kid was such a special experience.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606306303831-VTX0RAMFQFQVHHMQF9M3/Ruth+Stokes+2000.jpg Archive - 2000s - Louise Carron Harris , 2000 “It was a whim of an idea! We clambered into my Vauxhall nova, with my now husband and our best friends and hit the motorway on the Friday night - 10 hours of traffic queue later we dumped my car in a nearby field and 3 hours after that with bags and pillows and a cheap £20 Argos tent we found ourselves hiding behind a bush waiting for the security car to pass before we climbed through a fence It was the biggest adventure of my life, the adrenaline was pumping through my veins It hit me hard that we had actually made it inside ...we were greeted with a wild red sky . I knew I was home! It was 2000 and about 350,000 other people also had the same idea ... it was so packed with people if you let go of your friends hand you’d lose them for days and we didn’t have phones then, not ones we could use! The highlight of the weekend was watching 5 police men trying to get a man high on LSD who thought he was a cat out of a tree by ‘shushing and saying “here kitty kitty come down kitty kitty”” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606305992460-AAV1CCZFY1AVNGGBSMG7/Ruth+Stokes+2000.jpg Archive - 2000s - Ruth Stokes, 2000 “Think this was around 2000. The freedom. Didn’t pay. Broke in. Broke out to travellers field. Broke back in. Broke back out etc. Haha. The freedom. The rebellion” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606306461424-O2E1Q4BS73K3TI59I0OQ/Melinda+Coward+2000.jpg Archive - 2000s - Melinda Coward, 2000 “The magic of Glastonbury. I first saw Glastonbury on telly in Australia about 35 years ago. Even then I knew it was magical. I oddly remember thinking “ I bet my soulmate is in that crowd somewhere”….I was a kid! Year 2000 and I have just moved to London from Vancouver. My brother says “I’m taking you to an English festival, you will love it, its quite magical”. Although too late for a ticket for me, fortuitously the security on the fence considered me a traveller and let me through the hole. On the hill we met up with my brothers friends. Around 20 seasoned Glasto diehards with 20 nicknames, laughing around the fire with Counting Crows throbbing in the background, welcoming hugs, feeling excepted, feeling the magic. Wandering down the hill to Macy Grey, someone took my hand when we hit the crowd. It was Carrot. On the right hand side of the mixing tent, (our patch for the next 15 years), my mind was blown to Chemical Brothers. I had never seen so many people so joyous …ever. The magic filled me that weekend. I didn’t speak, just danced. At Jools Holland Carrot spontaneously hugged me, then again at Leftfield. Holding my hand we found David Grey again, discovered Happy Mondays then had one of those special Glasto Magical moments at the crescendo of Basement Jaxx. Going home with my brother I had that magical Glasto bubble, dreamy feeling. That special space where you realise that for days you had been transported to somewhere special, something timeless and something not attached to daily life. That special feeling that people for 4000 years have felt after the summer solstice celebrations in that valley. I also knew something momentous had happened to me, just not sure exactly what. During the fallow year of 2001 I fell in love, almost died, left the UK, and returned to the UK to be with Carrot, my soulmate. Just in time for the 2000 festival (and with a ticket!) I was back with the gang, Mercury Rev, Faithless, and Coldplay again. More musical crescendo moments at Orbital, Groove Armada and Air. Carrot and I married in 2004 and of course, our honeymoon was at Glasto with over 30 friends from Canada, Australia and the UK. My girlfriends smuggled a bottle of champaigne and rose petals for our tent. The boys brought all our stuff so we just glided in-glided out without a care. Glastonbury is now a fundamental part of us, and we are a part of the fabric of Glastonbury. After 18 festivals for Carrot and 13 for myself, we have heard, witnessed, seen, felt, experienced and endured all Glastonbury can throw us. In 2010 we missed out on tickets, were inconsolably bereft so camped in the backyard with the telly volume up to 10). 2015 was our last year before we moved to Australia. Like a full circle, all our friends missed out on tickets so we went alone for the first time. A different kind of magic. My fabulous husband Carrot is my sexy, handsome, gorgeous, beautiful, kind, loving, special man who fills my heart. He is my soulmate, and my gift from the gods and Glastonbury. (We are known as Doc and Carrot of Nottingham- Melinda and Ian Coward)” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606306576400-7U1JMDX074IQSQ0RM9EW/Ruth+Stokes+2000.jpg Archive - 2000s - Amy Johnston, 2000 “I have just had a message from Ranen, pointing out that, at about 6pm on June 22nd 2000, he picked me up from work after answering my plea for a lift share to Glastonbury. TWENTY YEARS AGO. The only question I could think to ask him, when he asked if there was anything I wanted to know about him was "Are you an axe murderer?" I promised him sandwiches, which he has still never received. We got stuck in traffic and ended up pitching tents at 4am, then hung out together for the rest of the festival. He was so hooked on the festival that he set up a walkabout act that we did together for years. Without him, I'd never have dared to buy the Housebox and it would never have made it back on to the road. Mates for life thanks to that lift-share. I must make him some sandwiches.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606307615156-XPVJI8ZQ4O659SIAUPVI/Royston+Nayler_fence+99-2.jpg Archive - 2000s - Royston Nayler, 2000 “Throughout the 90s I was always the one who went in with an official ticket, whilst my mates jumped out of the van half a mile before the gate and climbed the fence (and even through a tunnel one year!) so I always felt I was missing out on this particular aspect of the adventure. It got so bad that in 1999 I actually climbed OUT! So in 2000 my young friend Grez fabricated a grappling hook so that I could finally say that I went in over the fence (even though I had an official press & hospitallity pass!)” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624615062836-70DBE6W3FU7Y165I4ILW/Alex+Grace-Cath+Enos-2.jpg Archive - 2000s - Catherine Enos, 2000 “I think at that time festivals were like stepping into another world. Maybe that it is the haze of nostalgia talking. I haven’t been to Glastonbury Festival since 2000, I think it turned me off it for life. Don’t get me wrong I have enjoyed it many times and that year because of the friends with me it was a blast! I remember laughing a lot. There was though, something strange that year about the gangs of thieves, toddlers with mashed parents, wandering about amid the lashed-up youths, equally unsteady. I remember way too many people (my anxiety even then exploding) especially being wedged still in a crowd for 20 minutes that were trying to get from the main stage to the dance tent at one particularly bad scheduling mistake. It also took me 1.5hrs to walk across half the site by myself to see 1 act (of only 2 in 4 days) I had been drawn to – Lea Anderson’s premiere in the theatre tent. I had also consumed a ridiculous amount of booze and narcotics. After 4 days, I was exhausted. I recorded at the time I didn’t need to see any more naked beardy people and I guess that’s the metaphor for my whole experience. It was fun initially but I’m over it.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624615376285-6YI9V0DWD4QXVJA9QYY8/Alex+Grace_Tracy+Hindley.jpg Archive - 2000s - Tracy Hindley, 2000 “To be honest my memories of Glastonbury that year are a bit sketchy. It seems such a long time ago now, there were a gang of us and things did get a bit messy, it was great fun! I was recently talking to my friend who came with us about it and we were comparing notes and there were certain things we do remember. We’d been lucky enough to get free tickets and were camped in a backstage area that had a smaller event tent and Fat Boy Slim was dj’ing in there one night which was a nice surprise. Another friend I was with was doing a photography project to make into a book, where she took pictures of various individuals and I helped to do the accompanying interviews, that was an eye opener and it was really good to hear other people’s stories of what Glastonbury meant to them. We somehow managed to blag our way into other backstage areas that we weren’t really supposed to be in too, I doubt whether we’d get away with that now with our crumpled lanyards and tall tales of being with the press. All in all my lasting memory of Glastonbury that year is having a fabulous and very messy time with some of my closest friends.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624615265891-WNJFAGCRDB0KZ3MBIKI2/Alex+Grace_Raegan+Parker.jpg Archive - 2000s - Reagan Parker, 2000 “My memories of Glasto 2000; witnessing the naked woman masturbating on one of the rocks at the stone circle is burned into my memory forever! This Glasto was the first festival I ever went to and I couldn’t afford the ticket. I knew some mates would be there so I decided to attempt jumping the fence. I set off at 4am, parked in a farmers field for a fiver, walked across some corn fields and then through a dodgy traveller site (I briefly thought I was in the festival but the vibe was really weird). In the end I reached the fence and found some blokes unbolting a section of it. I squeezed through rather than jumping it. After walking through staff camping and down a little track I was in and couldn’t believe I’d made it. That year the weather was amazing. The Saturday was spent trying to see as many bands as possible while navigating between the stages and through the crowds. Sunday was much more chilled hanging around in the sun, you do feel like you are a million miles away from your everyday life.” Photo by Alex Grace https://alexgracephoto.com/ https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624618522040-C6GE5X7AYSE4R8KO33GK/Alex+Grace_Katy+Thompson+2000-1.jpg Archive - 2000s - Katy Thompson, 2000 “My memories are somewhat vague. I don’t remember much about any bands I watched. It was messy, very messy. However I do remember David Bowie looking dressed like he got dressed in the regency period. Bless him. I went to bed for a couple of days when I got home!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624616142436-NHXAXXR5TVYOTUH9ZGVX/Jonathan+Harvey+edited-1.jpg Archive - 2000s - Jonathan Harvey, 2000 “The summer of 2000 was red hot!! One of the hottest Glastonbury’s I’ve seen!! It was great if you liked to walk around at night! We would walk from stage to stage during the day, with our gig guides around our necks. It was a good way so we didn’t all get lost as we all knew which bands were on next. Then at night we would all walk to the Stone Circle and stay there until daylight tripping with the hippies!!! Awesome times!! It’s the people that made the atmosphere really nice people.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624618600283-JRLQ7G4A9XYIMGBVEONU/Katie+Brandwood_2000_Cressmen.jpg Archive - 2000s - Katie Brandwood, 2000 (aged 13) “We got some doughnuts, orange juice and noodles. Then we went off to see some circus. We saw 2 jugglers. After a lot of fun and smelly loos, we met Mummy and Beth by Jazz World. We saw a saxophonist play and we saw more circus. This eve we saw Morcheeba and at 12.30pm (or is that ‘am’?!) we went and saw Cinderella the Remix 2000. It was about cinders that worked for her scientist stepfather. It was so cool with motorbikes, smoke, fire machines, trapeze artists and much more. Then after it had finished Beth went to the nightclub! It was the Smallest Niteclub in the World. She said it fitted in about 10 people.” Instagram @glasto_teenage_diaries https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624618014173-8HRFSXP4HOFYHJJ62Y1I/Flick+Carter+2000-1.jpg Archive - 2000s - Flick Carter, 2000 “Me waiting for David Bowie. He was amazing. My boyfriend, now husband got dragged along - he didn’t know who he was at the Tim. We were 19 - he wished he’d paid more attention now. I feel so lucky to have been ther, even if it was from the very top of the hill. The crowd was massive, this was before the days of the steel fence. I can remember getting my ticket from Our Price in the galleries, Bristol two days before we went. None of your internet frenzy.. well there was no internet!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606306756264-LAUVAM33YTO6PQB2I7RV/Ruth+Stokes+2000.jpg Archive - 2000s - Robin Fox, 2002 “This was one of the downer years for me and I think the photo sums up the mood I was in quite well... I had recently been dumped by someone I was head over heels in love with and she was somewhere in the festival having a great time! I performed in a fire show each evening and apart from the odd bumble about, like this one, I recall spending most of the time in my tent feeling very sorry for myself. We are good friends now.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624618942600-1JPVE2UFQG7EA1S7VY13/Katie+Brandwood_2002_Miniscule+of+Sound+1.jpg Archive - 2000s - Katie Brandwood, 2002 (aged 15) “We had hot and spicy cider and then saw St. Germain. They were ok. We had a wonderful Indian curry from an Indian man who was like, “here’s your bombay potato, here’s your masala, here’s your naan bread and here’s 2 bhajees on the house!”. We shared a plateful - a lot! On the way to the gate after packing our tent up we passed the cinema showing Lord of the Rings and we heard the music from it as we went through a woody bit! The sky was odd tonight. It had an orangey line glowing on the horizon and felt like we were in a [?] on Middle Earth! Then I saw ghostly shapes like angels floating above the festival and it could have been the Glasto angel from the 1970s! Magical.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606307875064-XE2I0TXEW0RJ721DSQK0/Scott+Brandom+2002.jpg Archive - 2000s - Scott Brandom, 2002 “The first year of the Mega-Fence. I remember Michael on the local news saying how smoothly everything was going and that nobody had gotten into the festival without a ticket. Somebody drove a car through the fence in the orchard near the South East Corner (a red car) and lots of rascals and criminals were prowling the perimeter fence disrupting the locals. I awoke to a Caribbean Stall being raided at midnight by the blues and twos in riot gear. The following morning somebody had randomly dropped off a Shire Horse (with no tether) and my mates and I spent the weekend looking after this humungous beast (luckily my mates were horse drawn and knew a thing or two about horses!). The safest place was in the festival, where we had a great time. I recorded Coldplay by wearing a microphone in a hat and using a mini-disc recorder (remember those? I bet the TV footage is on YouTube now!). Then there were the Pot-Noodle Heroin dealers who I had to move on when they set up stall on the Monday morning - That was sketchy (and they turned up again the following year!). There was lots of human poo and suspicious piles of loo roll knocking about after the festival, particularly in a barn! Anyway, the following year security outside the festival started to tighten up, eventually, to what it is today.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624620583947-KWSVKOX3DYZA61K7AO40/Stevie+Holmes+2002.jpg Archive - 2000s - Stevie Holmes, 2002 “2002 Glastonbury and the man on the unicycle is Lucky Diamond Rich a few years before he was in the guinness book of world records for becoming the most tattooed man on earth. I'd actually met him in Las Vegas a few years before, he's a New Zealand performance artist, sword swallower and escapologist, and despite looking like he must be a total crazy nutter with his black tattooed face and silver teeth, he's an absolutely soft as puss lovely person. My friends and I would go see him each year on the outdoor circus stage - except when it was muddy and sadly this stage always ended up closed due to flooding, this was a sunny year and Rich was a star as usual! This was captured using one of those old panoramic 35mm cameras that were really popular in the early noughties (before I had a digital camera!)” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624620672828-TE8HTHBNE3EL634GKQ8P/Stevie+Holmes+2002-2.jpg Archive - 2000s - Stevie Holmes, 2002 “My friend Abby would kill me but fuck it! We need things to smile about and she was TOTALLY game for this shot at the time - 2002 glastonbury, glorious sunshine, walking through the stone circle field back to camp and this jovial chap was wearing nothing but a green beard, hat and boots. So Abby being half cut (she's normally a shy girl!) jumped in for a quick photo, she's never forgiven me! I've sensitively covered up the rude bits.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624620806484-Q7W8RXXKDW33V6BQUQFJ/Stevie+Holmes+2002-4.jpg Archive - 2000s - Stevie Holmes, 2002 “Pretty standard 2002 dress code, navel piercings belly tattoos showing, wool wraps and dreads! This was somewhere on the train tracks.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624622760063-0AOD4VYWKURN516AX1HU/Katie+Brandwood_2003_Long+drops.jpg Archive - 2000s - Katie Brandwood, 2003 (aged 16) “Later we went to Lost Vagueness again and found a cool tent with loud music and I danced with Daddy. My God I love Glasto. It’s amazing. Daddy and me sat by our tent looking out over the site and he said my friends would never conceive of the sight we saw - all they see is the main stage on TV.” “We went to the circus and saw a funny act that reminded me of Eurovision. The man could juggle and the girl blew bubbles out of her mouth and was a trapeze artist. We went on the Ferris Wheel and that was cool. Mummy was nervous at first but I sat with her and she was ok in the end.” “Then we saw R.E.M and saw some German Circus called Panoptiken which was all about questions. It was very weird and German and I got too tired and went back to the tent with mum and Beth.” “It was a beautiful day today. We went down to the area by the Pyramid Stage and some jazzy funky music was on. So we watched that. At the end the guys in the band took their instruments and came into the audience. The real Glasto moment was when they asked the music to be turned down and everyone sat down around them and they played Sesame Street! Wow.” “Later we went to the circus field and watched some outdoor circus. We watched an act by one woman called Shirley Sunflower from Australia and she was hilarious cos she kept picking on ‘handsome’ men from the audience and making them do really stupid stuff like take their shirts off, rub suncream into each other’s stomachs and let Shirley climb on them. All very silly.” “Then we went to the Cider Bus and I had a pint of apple juice and then we saw Macy Gray. She was sensational and quite rude as well actually. At one point she turned around and pulled her trousers down and at another point she said “To all you women out there, let’s celebrate the dick!”. She was great. Beth went on Dad’s shoulders for her at one point.” Instagram @glasto_teenage_diaries https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606309108843-LNKTKU9SKWQU6ZNIO5YE/Scott+Brandom+2002.jpg Archive - 2000s - Sara Wheeler, 2003 “I work on the infrastructure crew and my best mate joined me that year. After we finished work, we found ourselves at Lost Vagueness with a bag of gaffer tape and cable ties.As evening drew on, it seemed like a great idea to set up a stall giving out gaffer tape facial hair to members of the public. We also touted ‘anti friend-loss devices’ which basically meant cable tying groups of friends hands together... which was hilarious as we watched them slowly realise that getting into the loo was impossible. We spent the night dancing, laughing and verbally abusing each other over borrowed megaphones; we laughed so hard when we saw people the next morning struggling with *still* being tied together. Now we both have kids; Glastonbury is very different for us, but this photo reminds us of a magical night of mischief in the South East (naughty) corner. We both still remember it as the funniest and probably- best- night of our lives. ” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606308280082-8VPF0MBNF5F8FZEJKS04/image-asset.jpeg Archive - 2000s https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606308296784-Q7F3WG46WBABA1QYLNII/image-asset.jpeg Archive - 2000s Ali Bird, 2003 (above) 2003. Blagging into the back ballroom at Lost Vagueness, bottles of champagne, staying all night, stone circle sunrise. What a superb year that was. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606308958804-YBLK77NXZ6YAD6VYUCHL/Beth+Walker+album-1.jpg Archive - 2000s - Beth Walker, 2003 (pictures below) “We were Glastonbury children. We grew up exploring the festival as children, and then exploring it ourselves as teenagers. I have so many amazing memories of growing up at Glastonbury. When I was 18, Lost Vagueness was the absolute place to be! We decided that we had to get married there, all of us!! So each of us pick a suitor and went dress shopping. We actually managed to find wedding dresses, which is testament to the craziness of Glastonbury! We procured a horse and carriage, by this point around half the girls had got bored and there was just 3 of us, my sister, Jane, Amber Carter and me. Just before we were due to set off my sisters ‘fiancé’ went missing, so that left two. We had around 40ish people in tow, my mum found out and joined us. The procession got underway, the route was only from Croissant Neuf to Lost Vagueness, but in typical Glastonbury fashion we got stuck in the middle of a mutoid waste procession. A cart and horse in amongst apocalypse style vehicles on the way to a boxing ring in a tin chapel to be married by nuns in stockings and suspenders.... I am still friends with every single person in these photos and view this as the start of a different type of Glastonbury to my childhood. We had a hell of a wedding reception! The person who gave me away, Justin, was like a brother and sadly passed away in March this year, so I would like to raise a glass to him when we have our gate crew zoom meeting tonight. It would be the day all my crew arrive and we have a big meal and a meeting before we have to start working on Sunday, this year I can get drunk, because I know I wont have any stress the next day.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624623130447-AIM383YDJYVN2U1396OJ/Barry+Lewis-1-2.jpg Archive - 2000s - Barry Lewis, 2004 “I started photographing Glastonbury in June 2004, lugging a huge white tent onto a muddy field… and set up a portable portrait studio in Lost Vagueness in the middle of the “Naughty Corner”. “… People had incredible, hazy experiences in our mad, late-night bar and casino on the outskirts of the festival, but later, had difficulty remembering where to find it again…” Roy Gurvitz, the founder For the next three years I had my studio in the middle of Glastonbury's vaudeville home of late-night excess, in which muddy festival-goers played roulette, donned ball gowns to dance the night away, while burlesque acrobats swung from chandeliers. Using my kids and mates to scout the festival for the wild and wonderful, who were given an invite card saying “You look AMAZING! YOU LOOK AMAZING!” and be invited to participate in a photographic experience in The White Tent studio. Word travelled and there was always a continual stream of people waiting to have their portrait taken. The White Tent offered the sanctuary of a neutral space away from the intense craziness of the crowd outside and inside was a place for great stories and laughs. Each day there was a process of disintegration both mental and physical as mud and rain left their marks on the pristine white studio...by the end of each day the splattered paper was removed along with lots of drugs dropped while posing! I decided in 2007 to venture out in the crowd and eventually published a book of my photographic adventures, “Vaguely Lost in Shangri La”, 10 years later. It’s so hard to explain, but to photograph Glastonbury you have to make your own journey, to really be there and let go, but still see and record, to be constantly open to surprise and wonder. There are moments everything falls into place, all is possible, you connect with the crowd pulsating to the music, oblivious to the rain and mud. There are moments of pure beauty and the photographs become just a distant echo. And the experiences... apocryphal tales, drug aided visions, wonderful lies. The best, however, could not have been made up: Finding yourself in a boxing ring having become married the chapel of love and loathing: sipping scented tea, having a foot spa and receiving hugs while your smalls are washed in the Laundromat of Love: opening a cupboard door in a body parts shop in a futuristic shanty town to find a passageway leading to a secret rave: lying on lush white carpets in Heaven while marshals are closing Hell as a fire risk: Hearing about Brexit in the cold light of dawn….” Check out more of Barry’s Glastonbury photographs here https://barrylewisphotography.com/glastonbury https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624700686019-BWYGQM47ZLE5DFCU4L04/Stevie+Holmes-2004-3-2.jpg Archive - 2000s - Stevie Holmes, 2004 “I miss these people, life moves on, you lose touch, photos keep memories alive...” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624700826567-5VGUFULJIGF4FEL9KFFJ/Rob+Barker-2004+Andy+Rourke+and+Me.jpg Archive - 2000s - Rob Barker, 2004 “Despite it being another muddy one, Paul McCartney at 2004 was one of the greatest sets of my life. Me and Tony went to a rave in the Hare Krishna tent afterwards, and at around 3am, we were seriously considering joining them. I also met the rhythm section of the Smiths, incredibly. Jim’s cousin is Andy Rourke, the bassist, who was DJing with drummer Mike Joyce after we were knocked out of the Euros. I had never believed they were cousins over the years, but then I heard Jim and Andy discussing their auntie. I stood corrected and amazed. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606314709709-T1H2GTJTACLVKUHSJJ19/Robin+Trainor.jpg Archive - 2000s - Robin Trainor, 2004 “My first Glastonbury festival was 2004. I was 16 and bought a ticket from a friend's stepdad so I had to pretend to be a Frenchman called Bertrand at the gate. I have great memories of that festival, from getting hammered on vodka with my mate Corin on the way to see James brown and losing wellies in the mud, to seeing our friends Justin and Sophie get "married" in the stone circle. Nothing quite beats a Glastonbury wedding. ? I've lost count of the times I've been since. One year I climbed over the fence (yeah, the big one) after getting ejected by security a couple of times and had to do the whole festival with no clothes or a tent. (Jane probably would have just used them to mop shit up in her tent anyway). I still have the scar on my leg from that adventure. Now I'm fortunate enough to be able to work there, so you'll either find me be a liability and annoying my friends in croissant neuf or down by Silver Hayes, covered in mud, crying about how hard they're making me work. Glastonbury still remains my favourite place on earth all these years later.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624701563175-YQDM36JE9OYX2LX9TGIY/Katie+Brandwood_2004_Mud+by+circus+field.jpg Archive - 2000s - Katie Brandwood, 2004 (diary extracts, aged 17) “We went to Jazz World and watched a Spanish band called Ojos de Brujo who were amazing. After that we saw Oasis who were quite boring really. Then we buggered off to the circus/theatre fields but Beth was ‘scared’ of this weird but cool outdoors circus act. So she and Mum went back to the tent (about 1.30) and Dad and I stayed on. We found a cinema in Lost Vagueness showing short films and we had popcorn. Yay!” “It was hot again today, but it didn’t stay like that all the time. We went down and watched the English National Opera (!!) on main stage and that was pretty cool. Opera in a field - whatever next! I had no idea what was going on but the music was amazing.” Instagram @glasto_teenage_diaries https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/6b801c3a-6bb3-4fb5-9015-afe9d85b9151/Guy+Hornsby-3.jpg Archive - 2000s - Guy Hornsby, 2004 / 2005 “My first visit to the festival was in 2004. Between that and 2005, it was such a mudbath, and at times, resembled a massive musical swimming pool, that it's no surprise I didn't make it back for another 8 years! 2005 scarred me so much that while I chuckle at the photos on the front pages from back then now, but it took me ages to even want to come back. I'm an idiot: it would've been fine, of course. 2004 I really wasn't prepared for the place: its size, its sheer mass of people. My girlfriend and I went to meet friends after an hour there and got lost at the Jazz World (as it was before West Holts) and Other stage each thinking we were in the same place and almost losing our minds in the first few hours in a way neither of us wanted. It was muddy that year, really muddy, and it took us until James Brown and the sunshine on Sunday to finally find our marbles again. Two stellar days of McCartney, Oasis (even if they were miserable) Franz Ferdinand and Scissor Sisters just about offset the rain and mud but it was nothing compared to what we faced the next year. Everyone remembers the photos of that canoe gliding through Pennard Hill on the front pages that Friday - we read it aghast ourselves at the festival! - but we saw it on the way in. It was full of slabs of beer, and we joked with the guys that it could've been a better means of transport for booze, only for them to joke back that it was just in case, as rain was on the forecast for the weekend! If we'd all only knew.... I hope they didn't lose their booze in the flood. Of course, those photos looked bad but it was nothing compared to the horror of the Friday morning when we came round. We weren't up in Pennard Hill, but down by the Pyramid, we woke up, hangover in full swing to a strange wobbly sensation. It was only when we opened our eyes that we realised it wasn't just the effect of the night before but we were floating in our own tent! We'd (thank god) brought a double air mattress, but we were on our own makeshift raft in 6 inches of water!! It wasn't so much as a double or triple take but wondering how the hell we'd extricate ourselves and remain mostly dry. Finding out wellies still upright and our valuables drunkenly still in the coats we'd slept in, we thanked our stars that our rucksacks were still stashed in a friend's van and that we'd sacked off collecting them that night. We were one of the lucky ones. A few friends found everything they had ruined and had 3 uncomfortable days in the same clothes they came in. But I've never experienced a day at Glastonbury before or after that. It still rained much of that day, and with the floods there was almost nowhere dry to sit. You could've sold bin bags at a tenner a throw. Wellies were going for £50 by the Other Stage on Saturday morning! Radio 1's broadcast stage was flooded, another sank, and toilets merged with the water in the worst way. But there was also a spirit of 'what else can we do'? We'd heard stories of people trying to leave but spending all Friday stuck in the car parks. So we just sucked it up, celebrated watching the Killers, and swore we'd never come back. Thank god we didn't keep our promise, but every time I've woken up at the festival to the sound of rain, there's a bit of a flashback. I lost most of my photos of that year, but perhaps it's for the best. I still have plenty of mud from the year before! ” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606315047480-Y4TX3H2JPTIIT13QO1D0/Robin+Trainor.jpg Archive - 2000s - Nick Weetch, 2005 “One of my favourite times at Glastonbury was also one of the most dramatic. In 2005 we arrived on Thursday in glorious sunshine. Having set up and met friends at the usual Thursday night cider bus, we headed up the hill to enjoy the build up to the weekend at the stone circle. As dawn broke we could see the storm clouds rolling in and retreated to our tent. The storm was huge and the ground vibrated with each clap of thunder. When we emerged there was a river running where there had been a line of tents. There was no power on site and a bar had been struck by lightning. At the bottom of the field the old railway track had formed a dam and there were many submerged tents. But this photo sums up people’s attitude - just get on with it! The rest of the weekend was incredible. Everyone got really stuck in and wasn’t going to let the conditions get them down. There was also countless acts of kindness and charity along with the humour that defines the festival. I can’t wait to be back.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624623450193-NQM9ZR7D802S7E7HMLF8/Barry+Lewis-2.jpg Archive - 2000s - Barry Lewis, 2005 “The strangest of the many surreal encounters in my photo studio was one impossible to make up! A group of 3 figures arrived in the studio, 2 men covered in feathers and a woman, her face hidden in a huge red hooded cloak. As I was about to shoot the photo the woman threw back the cloak revealing her naked body. Now I don’t know who was the most surprised but at the moment of reveal I saw her face for the first time …. “Miriam!” I shouted as I recognised my kids maths teacher! “I am not Miriam any more”, she replied, “My name is now Star…. unconditional love, along with the belief that life's painful lessons can simply become joy... It wasn't easy for me to arrive naked at Glastonbury, especially as I had no ticket only my hand made pass but I danced straight through the gate and I haven’t stopped since!" A week later I showed the photos to my son “There is someone you might recognise” I told him. Blank. I pointed out his teacher, Miriam. He couldn’t speak, blushed and ran out of the room.” Check out more of Barry’s Glastonbury photographs here https://barrylewisphotography.com/glastonbury https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624702231665-8SKVPUIFL6X6CSWM06EU/Emily+Joret+2005-1.jpg Archive - 2000s - Emily Joret & Jo Dunnington 2005 “This was Glastonbury 2005. We had got down on the Wednesday afternoon and got a bit keen! We stayed out and were still going strong on the Thursday lunchtime when this photo was taken. It was boiling! By evening, we were flagging and ended up having an early night. We woke up 12 hours later, having slept like babies ready to start the Friday with a bang. We got up, walked out the tent, and it was absolute carnage! There were rivers running through tents a few across from us, huge lakes at the bottom of the hill with tops of tents poking out of them, people covered in mud, people packing up, massive queues for the Millets tent (full respect to those who had lost everything but decided to valiantly start again and carry on!). We had slept though the huge thunderstorm and all the mayhem...just shows what staying up for two days can do to you!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624701907082-XBJE9UNMD0QEGN76E2HP/Emily+Joret+2005-3.jpg Archive - 2000s - Emily Joret & Jo Dunnington 2005 “Glastonbury 2005...one of those perfect moments! After the chaos of the storm on the Friday we were all the Pyramid stage for Groove Armada about 5pm ish. The sun had just come out again and we were all a few ciders in by this point. Groove Armada absolutely nailed their set and had the whole crowd bouncing as the sun went down. We probably carried on to The Glade after this then onto Lost Vagueness until the sun came up again. The best times!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624786966215-NAHPNV5YTR5TD6D72NML/John+Firth-CIMG0628.jpg Archive - 2000s - John Firth, 2005 “It was wet! We always camped up from the Glade on a 'hill' but had mates camped down the bottom. It as crazy to see the rivers flowing down where there were paths and our mates' tents fully submerged under a few feet of water. I remember seeing a bloke diving underwater and coming back up clutching a bottle of vodka he'd retrieved from the tent!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606315205982-0VPP4XWK0BA1JF65U4Y6/Emma+Wilson+2005-3.jpg Archive - 2000s - Emma Wilson, 2005 “My sister-in-law lives in Pilton so we were spoilt to have the luxury off site accommodation & shower facilities! We were never hardcore festival attendees! I’d had my second child 3 weeks before Glastonbury 2005 & I seem to remember it was a pretty muddy one. I was immersed in the euphoria of being a new mother & oblivious to the high anxiety that my husband was experiencing, whilst navigating his way through the fields trying to avoid the masses, eager to reach out & touch his precious new cargo! My five year old daughter was having a glorious time in the green fields - very happy memories! Emma, Peter, Eve & Francis Wilson, North London” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606316149632-H5N5RZDO2GVFGDMFQDLC/Victoria+Marsden-3-2.jpg Archive - 2000s - Victoria Marsden, 2005 “Chilling in the Jazz World after watching The Wailers. I have been going to Glastonbury festival since its beginnings. In the early years I didn't take a camera, until the 1980s when I started taking my three daughters annually from the age of one, and wanted to be able to share the experience in later years with them. Of course there were no smart phones in those days, so many of us old timers didn't take cameras or pictures. The festival started with just one field and the cow barn stage. The festival site has grown massively since then. We have all grown with it, with many special memories along the way. Many is the year when we smuggled the children and some adults under blankets in vans and even a milk float one year... we would spend at least a week on site. A lot of time was spent in Kids World, the Circus tent and the Green Fields. As the children got older and did their own thing, I got to spend more time focusing on the music on the many stages. Have seen an amazing amount of musical talent over the years. In 1982 my deaf daughter, aged 2, Astara dragged me through the crowds and the mud to get to the front of the main stage where Van Morrison was playing, because she wanted to be close to the speakers so she could hear the music. Too many highlights to mention but David Bowie and Ed Sheeran stand out because I love them. I can't believe I have been going there for fifty years. I am now 69 and still happy to go to Glastonbury Festival, which will always have a special place in my heart. Thank you to Michael Eavis and Emily. ” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606316200783-13MZ44P4AFYSIQF6AOKF/Jen+Wiseman+2005.jpg Archive - 2000s - Jen Wiseman, 2005 “The year of the Pennard floods! We woke up that morning and went backwards up Pennards to see a tiny stream going through a tent and thought, oh, those poor people. Then we got to the bottom of the hill.....! It was Steve's 40th and we managed to get a cake intact on to Pennards from home! Steve had a GREAT BIRTHDAY. He had a terrible day after - and threatened to leave. He didn't - we haunted his tent whispering, don't leave Steve. For an hour, except he wasn't in the tent. And then we stayed in the carpark for 11 hours because traffic didn't move! Fun times! Jonny Hill and I are often in this state at 3am - this was 2005.... ?” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624703358170-HEAVVKIX8LU3AUFFTJXE/Rob+Barker-Me+Ian+and+Tom.jpg Archive - 2000s - Rob Barker, 2005 “In 2005 the crazy storms that saw lightning hit the Pyramid resulted in our tents being surrounded by floating portaloos. But by the Sunday, as Brian Wilson did a ‘greatest hits’ set while we danced and laughed it felt like we were in California, as drunk and blissed out as anyone can be at 3pm in the afternoon.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624703515192-79CZV19UETI67VBSKZ7K/sarah+willcocks-10.jpg Archive - 2000s - Sarah Willocks, 2005 “The Long Live Glasto in the water was after the 2005 storm Brown Friday as it was known to any regular Glastonbury goer (from the old Glasto daily paper headline) It was a great year & also personally to me as my partner proposed to me sat in the mud at the stone circle ️ (We are still not married 26 years later, but hopefully soon!).” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606322782705-P7LJ7VJD328VU8FSLPEZ/Bryony+Wills+2007.jpg Archive - 2000s - Bryony Wills, 2007 “It was such a muddy year that the pit became a sensible option.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606322922568-JKAQMNQCG3DC3BNJE13L/Kate+Leeming+2007.jpg Archive - 2000s - Kate Leeming, 2007 “This was taken during our wedding breakfast at the Lost Vagueness diner. We got hitched in the Chapel in 2007. Our first dance was a punk track, I waltzed with the vicar, my husband pogo'ed with the nuns. We had a traditional honeymoon - an overnight stewarding shift on VG4. It was the worst weather ever, by Sunday evening I was holed up in my tent rocking and mumbling to myself” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624786039273-QNWZN3VW3CI9TQASXMMZ/Hannah+Solle-2.jpg Archive - 2000s - Hannah Solle, 2007 “As a local my pa used to work on the worthy farm radio so from 3 months old I spent every year frolicking in the fields of laughter and dance. I had my first warning of drugs here, I saw my Dad at his happiest here, I fell for my first love here, I had my first heartbreak here, I watched and met famous people galore here. My ultimate favourite memory was, I believe, in 2007 when I was 15. In the middle of the day I stumbled across the roots tent, which had a secret act about to appear. As I wiggled myself through a small crowd the Marley brothers were up on stage prepping.. A huge, tall rasta man guided me to the front, handed me a huge flag on a pole and said ‘I got ya, now soak it up kid’. And so I was there alone, with no woman no cry being sung to me by the Marleys themselves, holding my hand and everyone else with their lighters up. Wow, wow. I cry to this day hearing that song. The fields of Avalon and stone circle will always have a huge place in my heart.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624786407901-8TCBXXF0UFFUSTIX858Q/Rob+Barker-2007+Me+and+baby+arm.jpg Archive - 2000s - Rob Barker, 2007 “2007 was the worst. Relentlessly cold and wet, Worthy Farm felt like the end of the world at times. The highlight was probably filling the inside of my raincoat with masses of straw and then feeding Preach it with a plastic spoon during The Who’s set. The next morning, we were up at 6am to pack up, as being from East Yorkshire, it takes ages to get home. The conditions in the car park were so bad, we set off and quickly came to a halt in a queue that barely moved. We were sat there for ten hours and that’s no exaggeration. There were no toilets nearby and nothing to eat. At one point I rummaged in a bin and found an unopened but out-of-date Scotch eggs for us to eat. I don’t even like Scotch eggs. We got home at 1am, feeling disgusting. My wife, Joy (we’d married a month before the festival), said I stank and demanded I shower immediately and I just wanted to sleep. I felt sorry for the friends who came for the first time. Some of them have never shown any desire to go back and who could blame them? I didn’t plan on returning to the farm any time soon either.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606323364727-8J854Y2EBW1CQDSZKV25/Emma+Stoner+2007-1-2.jpg Archive - 2000s - Emma Stoner, 2007 “2007 was my first ever Glastonbury. It was an awful experience. I had recently moved to Amsterdam so I flew into Bristol on the Thursday night. My friend Ben picked me up from the airport and I stayed at his in nearby Cheddar that night. We drank red wine & whisky. Bad idea. The next day he dropped me in Glastonbury town to meet a friend at the pub where she worked to travel there together. I had a few pre-festival ciders. Another bad idea! I was drunk when we finally arrived at the festival. I remember the golden evening light on some haybales and walking with a group of people through the site. The Kooks were playing and it was a beautiful evening. It went downhill from there. I was supposed to be camping with my then boyfriend but I couldn't find him. Either I had no signal or no battery. In my drunken haze I hadn't considered the practicalities of a huge festival. I was used to much smaller ones and this was overwhelming! Eventually I got hold of him and he had to come and find me as it was dark and I couldn't find the tent. He was cross as I was late & drunk. Things weren't going well in our relationship and this would prove to be a final nail in the coffin. We camped together in a small pop up tent. I remember some bottles with what looked like stale cider or… I didn’t want to think!… 'romance' was definitely off the cards that weekend. 2007 proved to be the rainiest Glastonbury on record. It was a mud bath. I remember waking up in the mornings and putting on clothes which were stiff with crusty mud. You couldn't sit to enjoy the music so you just had to keep walking around. The squelchy mud sucked my socks off my feet a few times from inside my welly! I drank no more alcohol that weekend as I was so hungover from my pre-festival wine, whisky & cider combo. I felt a bit ill and by the Sunday I had a fever. I remember seeing The Who with a couple of friends and thinking – good I can go now! I rang Ben and his Mum came to pick me up. This really pissed off my boyfriend who stormed off yelling “You're in love with Ben” (he may have had a point... life is complicated at 26!). My last glimpse of the festival was of tents floating around on a river of mud. A couple of years ago Ben's Mum said “Do you remember that time I picked you up from Glastonbury Festival? You were a right mess!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606323495276-G7QUKCAG18WL3JBS4QIS/James+Dorset-7.jpg Archive - 2000s - James Dorset, 2007 “Popped my Glastonbury cherry in 2007. We went as a group of about 20 people and set our own little village up on high ground, it was a very wet year. I arrived 7am on the Wednesday and thought the site looked small. Over the following 48hrs I saw the site grow and come alive with thousands of people, it was amazing to witness it grow and I was quite taken back by its size. I spent a lot of time in the John Peel stage and the main dance tent. Highlights for me were seeing The Chemical Brothers, Artic Monkeys, Modest Mouse, Fionn Regan, The Who, Mr Scruff and The Streets, well there the ones I can remember!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606401337715-VRLG7WYGJ3B6FAAPOS3O/Kyleigh+Carrow-3.jpg Archive - 2000s - Kyleigh Carrow, 2008 “Glastonbury 2008. Working abroad as a teacher meant that for the first time I could attend for the whole time rather than for just the weekend. I'd agreed to meet an old uni friend there. I walked into gate A and came to the first camping field... We clocked eyes. By the end of the weekend we were head over heels. We met again a few weeks later to decide if what we had felt was real...or just the Glastonbury magic and 'Brothers cider'. We were both cautious due to past heart ache but each time we met was electric. I moved back from Spain and then to Glastonbury town to live with Jon within the year. Twelve years on, handfasted and blessed with three beautiful children, the magic continues....” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624786774206-TFHDP2UPI7A0SLRJ0KAG/Kerry+Woodford-1.jpg Archive - 2000s - Kerry Woodford, 2008 “Ten years ago I was going through a very difficult divorce, juggling work and trying my best to bring up two young boys. I braved it and took them to Glastonbury on my own, we arrived onsite at 1am and followed the crowd and had our tent up in no time. The boys were little troopers and were buzzing carrying their little rucksacks and sleeping bags, we set up camp in the dark and were drinking hot chocolate at 3am. Later on during our second night I was woke by the rain and noticed the corners of my tent was leaking, boys fast asleep and dry I knew I had to sort it out. Feeling a little out of my depth I put on my purple flowered wellies and pegged down my guide ropes as tight as they could go, freezing cold and wet I climbed back into the tent feeling very vulnerable and way out of my depth and never slept all night. The following morning we got up and it was a little cloudy and we went a wandering through the magic of Glastonbury, obviously the kids field was the first point of call. We sat down on the hill next to the amazing pink castle and the sun came out from behind a cloud and there was an almighty cheer from everyone around this is what I call a moment a truly magical moment. From that moment the magic begun and we had the most wonderful wknd, my boys met some amazing creative people who really gave their time, we ate hot chocolate brownies, bread made in a clay oven, we danced to Newton Faulkner, Scouting for girls, The Fratellis, and had the pleasure of seeing Amy Whinehouse (Mamy Minehouse) as my four year old called her at the time. This photograph was taken by a photographer working for the festival and he was watching me trying to light a flare before the Kings of Leon came on, he told my boys they had a very cool Mum and they were very lucky to be in such a wonderful place. To me this whole wknd was a moment of magical memories that will stay with me forever. Last year I scattered some of my Dads ashes there up high on the hill at the stone circle and feel comfort that part of him will always be at that very special place with nothing but beauty and good energy around him.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624786627852-L4XQ4LXHGHNKZ5NA07BI/Charlie+Davies-2.jpg Archive - 2000s - Charlie Davies, 2008 “In 2008 my husband Phil and I took the plunge and decided to go to Glastonbury with our girls. It was to be our first ever festival. We weren’t quite sure what to expect but despite the horror stories about the loos and the mud we hired a camper van and headed off to Somerset. The plan was that if it was dreadful we would take the van to Woolacombe for a more traditional seaside jaunt. Safe to say it, it was one of the best things we ever did and although in the years since it has become much more difficult to get tickets, we have always tried to go and each time we have managed it we have been rewarded with the most fabulous experiences and a head full of memories!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606323859209-L2EO2SCOFG0VG9923MFY/Luke+Bennett-1.jpg Archive - 2000s - Luke Bennett, 2009 “I went to Glastonbury in 2009, it was my first year and the most incredible experience at a festival I have had. The timing was perfect, I was in third year of University, studying Photography and Film, in March that year I met the most amazing girl, now my wife, I was care free and loving life. Straight from Glastonbury I had it lined up to go and work at The Wireless festival at Hydepark as stage crew. I was in very high spirits, absorbing myself into festival life for a couple of weeks. I travelled down from Edinburgh with some very close friends, Jonny, who I lived with throughout University and Phil, Jonnys younger brother. One of my best friends who I have known since high school met us there, he was staying with a big group of mates from Uni so there was a big crowd of us at times. Jonny and I listened to Blur a lot throughout our time living together so seeing them was my biggest highlight. We met a guy on our happy drunken rambles through the fields ( I can’t remember his name now ) he hung out with us on Sunday and into the evening as we gradually moved closer to the pyramid stage. As Blur started we really wanted to be closer to the front so we moved our way through the crowds, the excitement and anticipation felt in the air is impossible to describe with words. In the midst of the hustle and bustle, I lost Jonny and Phil and ended up on my own with someone I didn’t really know. It didn’t matter, everyone is your best friend in the state of mind I was in. There was a little voice in the back of my mind wishing to experience this with my closest friend though. As Park Life started I was so buzzing, I got the guy I was with to hoist me up so I could crowd surf. As I was up, lying on the crowd, looking back at the endless sea of happy, dancing people I saw my mate Jonny and he saw me. In the exact same moment, in all the excitement he had got his bro to hoist him up too. The moment was phenomenal, we looked at each other whilst cheering with joy as we moved towards the front of the stage on the wave of the crowd. At the front, we were promptly pulled down to the ground by the bouncers. Reunited we gave each other the biggest hug and ran round to join the crowd again. A moment I will never forget.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624787413081-FZ1YD1BOTFM4NI7LI7LV/Tony+Hill+Glasto+2009.jpg Archive - 2000s - Tony Hill, 2009 “Blur, Sunday June 28 2009 
There was so much excitement that Blur were back together, and as soon as the purple stage lights came on and they took to the stage I was rooted to the spot; this was going to be a very special occasion, you could feel it. I’d chosen to stand further back for this one and it was a good choice as I could take in the whole magical scene: the huge crowd, the flags, the moon peering out from behind the clouds, people lighting Chinese lanterns that drifted up into the night sky - with Damon Albarn commenting on how beautiful they were - as Blur gave one of the best performances of their careers, and I was swept away by the greatest hits and more. At the end of Tender the whole crowd start singing the lyrics back to the band ‘oh my baby, oh my baby, oh why, oh my’ and Damon had a look of wonder on his face. Later he became overcome with emotion of the occasion, during ‘To the End’ he broke down crying; the band had to keep playing as he sat down at the rear of the stage, sobbing his eyes out for a several minutes. And I was too during The Universal, tears were streaming down my face as I sang along with the final song, my favourite, ‘It really, really, really could happen - yes, it really, really, really could happen.’ It had, Glastonbury 2009 had been one of the most amazing experiences of my life. As the crowd drifted away still singing Tender, I hung around the Pyramid stage for a time, until a spectacular thunderstorm kicked off and I splashed my way back to my tent singing Blur lyrics in the rain. Later Damon Albarn would say: ‘Playing Glastonbury this year [2009] was as beautiful a memory as I'll ever have, and as a kind of healing moment I feel very very privileged to have been able to participate in it, it was beautiful.’ It was for me too Damon, so glad I shared it.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624787459071-IO29OTT9Q8MDF3DBG782/Rob+Barker-2009+Me+at+Stone+Circle.jpg Archive - 2000s - Rob Barker, 2009 “Thankfully, me and some of the hardcore went back to Glasto in 2009 and it was one of the best, with an emotional set from Blur among the highlights. If two words could sum up that year, I would say ‘Baby’s arm’. We erected a loose limb from a doll we’d found on a pole by our tent, and I would put it up my sleeve as I wandered around site, making it look like I had a tiny hand. Some of the expressions on vendors as I’d try paying for stuff with it were priceless. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606323982842-L7XXQEE1B0BB76MKOMRA/Jonny+Music+2009-1.jpg Archive - 2000s - Jonny Music 2009 “Don't really remember much but the pics tell me it was a blast :)” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606324206242-91ZNK2GYHOH94H66HAOI/Holly+Parsons+2009-1.jpg Archive - 2000s - Holly Parsons, 2009 (pictures below) “One from me: 2009 was the last year that Blur headlined the festival. Gareth (my now husband) and I worked out that must be the closest that we were to each other before we met at Shambala in 2014. To the left of the sound desk, half way back to the tree. I had my haircut on site that year, which was a risk, but it paid off as in my true corporate hippy style I had my diploma ceremony on the Tuesday after glasto and wasn’t going to have time to get to a hairdresser. It was a good haircut given the ground was wonky and both me and the hairdresser were a bit worse for wear. This photo is with my friends that I went to the festival with. Having looked back at other photos from the same year, it appears I didn’t spend that much time with them but that kinda sums up my glasto experiences.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624787736322-KSLOAK72JT9LU17M4J1N/William+Porteous+Blyth.jpg Archive - 2000s - William Porteous Blyth, 2009 “That jacket followed me everywhere even on to the front cover of the NME, I was a very drunk punter at Dingwalls, Camden. I took it to Glasto because I truly believed it had magical powers, some kind of shield, you may not believe it but it’s got sweat in it from the greatest gigs of all time. That year I had a tiny goblet with me that I kept topped up with dissarano (such a strange choice). It was the Glasto I’d decided to drink, heavily. That lasted one day after the hangover I encountered threatened to ruin the entire weekend. I also struggled being with the people I went with. They were all in couples and very happy. I was pretty low and desperate for companionship. The theme of Glastonbury is ‘experience’ and that’s just talking to people isn’t it? I was watching a band at The Other stage a girl turned round glanced at me and turned back. Two seconds later she grabbed me and started snogging me. She stopped, gave me a warm smile then ran into the crowd. I was on my own so I couldn’t even turn to a mate, it wasn’t me it was the jacket. From that moment on the sun split the sky and I was jostling from one stage to another. I split from the group I came with and ended up rambling from moment to moment lost in the entirety of the festival. The Boss played a stunning set. Blur redefined themselves and the entire time I was sober. What really worked was the sun. We’d taken part in a Native American ceremony on the Thursday evening in the healing fields where we were camped. All the elements were blessed. It started out with us all unsure of where to look and how to behave. It eventually just became a very real connection an encounter with something we’d have ordinarily given a swerve. Something must have happened because we took that vibe up on to the hill overlooking Glasto. The sun was setting and there was a huge bank of people up there, I’m actually welling up thinking about it. As the sun began to set we began a low hum, the five or six of us that had been at the ceremony. Soon people around us were beginning to hum along with us. We all began to face the sun and we stood up, everybody began to join us on their feet and began to hum. We made it louder and louder and the noise was like a wave, everybody followed, thousands of people. Soon we were all in a sort of semi joyous scream as the sun touched the horizon where it finally set and the hill went crazy. People turned to each other and began hugging and laughing and cheering. It’s something that came to us all like a heavenly understanding. That energy was like a light in me the entire weekend and I just floated the entire time. Honestly Emma I could go on and on about that weekend. I met a beautiful women watching the boss and we ended up dating for about three months me in England her in New York. Watching blur was truly spiritual, on my own topless with a pint that lasted me half a day. I can still feel that numb joy covering me like a blanket watching that huge crowd with the band smashing out the hits. It’s so deeply upsetting to be sat under grey skies in a situation so alien to millions of us. The last few weeks I’ve become very depressed which is hard because I’m not a depressive person as such. Thinking about the total polar opposites in which we all find ourselves just makes the thought of the sun setting over glasto all the more harder and special at the same time. I was definitely gifted something without question. Whether it was the leylines that exist there or not who knows but it’s unquestionable that it’s a special place. Not every Glasto I’ve been to had that, some years I wanted to leave after a day. The mud! Anyway I think what you’re doing is a beautiful happy joyous wonderful thing and good luck to you. It’s really lifted my otherwise fed up sick to death mood. Will any of us live without this fear ever again and weren’t we so lucky to have had such ignorance for so long.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624787583175-5RC5JZ12TQK9TNKAG3UY/Tony+Hill+2009+goat+juice+and+dumplings.jpg Archive - 2000s - Tony Hill, 2009 “Glastonbury Thurs June 25, 2009 One of the strangest and most memorable 'where was you when' moments of my life - even by Glastonbury standards. It's near midnight, I’m lost in the out of this world areas of Glasto: Arcadia, Trash City and Shangri-la; it’s like being in a Terry Gillingham dream mixed with Alice in Wonderland and Blade Runner with a great soundtrack. A magical realism novel, and at this very strange moment in my life - just as I’m in a tunnel of curios looking into League Of Gentlemen-esque mock shop front with the sign, Goat Juice and Dumplings, lit with green neon light showing its wares - rat, bats, stuffed millipede - when I receive a text: 'News from the outside world, Michael Jackson has died.' Am I hallucinating? I asked the people at the side of me if it is true? A conversation ensues about the death of the king of pop weirdness; people's faces green lit, strange animals peering through the glass behind them from the shop front of Goat Juice and Dumplings.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606324313823-C7TMCN5ZNCQ5C92546GP/Holly+Parsons+2009-1.jpg Archive - 2000s - Zoe Ayla D'Avignon “This is a photo of me and my oldest friend Clare. This is just before my 16th birthday. This was the year Micheal Jackson died and I remember so clearly being in the then dance village and the whole festival turning upside down with the news and playing his music. We were at a beatboxer called beardyman on the Thursdays and suddenly the whole festival came alive with Micheal Jackson. We had the most amazing festival that year as I turned 16. She’s from Compton Dundon, a local village and worked every year on Pennard Hill campsite crew. Our formative years were spent at this festival finding out who we were and experiencing our consciousness for the first time. Glastonbury is more than a festival for me and the people closest to me it’s a place where we have come to be who we are, where we have experienced love and joy and sadness and change. This photo to me represents a time in my life when I first fully embraced what the festival could mean in my life, with people who would stay with me for many years. 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we had no templet or maps of any kind as to how this would work as a living process . But we were ready to try find it or invent it. And we had a visionary friend John Michell who had a vision and through the writings on The Ancient Sacred Tracks by William Stukeley, his own wide knowledge and his training in antiquarian matters and his own visionary intuitions, he started retracing those sacred tracks with his friends - on foot - sometimes setting out from camps of Gypsy Wagons of friends - to rediscover The Valley of Avalon - an astronomical map of the Heavens reproduced in reverse on that sacred valley of Avalon around Glastonbury Tor. It might have been in 1968 that I was among a small group of John Michell’s friends who accompanied him and met up below Glastonbury Tor to dance and celebrate The Summer Solstice together on the flat lands between the Tor and the Rose Bush planted by Joseph of Arimathea. Dave Tomlin played the fiddle others played tambourines as we danced merrily around in joyful celebrations of the Summer Solstice. At night we camped around fires, sharing meals and stories. I think Mark Palmer and Catherine Tennant were there as well as Julian Lloyd and Victoria Henrietta Moreas , Martin Wilkinson too along with a dozen others. Thinking back now beyond 50 years , this was the first time Glastonbury was celebrated on a small scale in this way and in some ways leads to all the others celebrations of Glastonbury as the mystical Centre it is. John Michell’s books ‘Flying Saucer Vision’ and ‘The View of Atlantis’ were both published and being widely read in our circle at this time . The questions in motion and practice were how can we live this new visionary life? Friends began to acquire land and settle in the valley. Travellers came and went. The experiment had begun.” Photo © Juno Gemes https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624208585466-S9A37R9GZ9J7EBWVHTDZ/Terry+Flaxton.jpg Archive - 1970s - Terry Flaxton, 1968 “Around 1968 or ‘69 I was sitting with two friends – Gary & John - by the bandstand in Hyde Park listening to The Move (and Pink Floyd were there but didn't play because their equipment didn't turn up) and a rumour was spreading through the small crowd that there was going to be a festival in Glastonbury in Somerset. We were an unusual band for the time – just two members and John the roadie but we’d come to see how it was done. Hells Angels were pestering the outskirts of the crowd so we sat though The Move then left. A few days later we decided we were going to drive down to the festival with a van full of equipment. John had borrowed our van locally in Bethnal Green but he wouldn’t tell us where he’d got it from – he was a little older than the rest of us and had a driving license. En route we were in Membury service station on the M4 and John yelled at some skinheads who had hassled us whilst getting some provisions - but because our van was lousy it stalled, and they surrounded us, but it started and we managed to get away though the gearstick was playing up. Looking back there were a lot of red faces but we laughed with relief because skinheads were always dangerous – and Gary rolled a joint. We drove on and eventually got into Glastonbury and found a lane which had a tall building making up the wall (that was a bit Millfield school which was in what is now the Chalice Well trust and is no longer there). We parked up, facing the van down the hill (few cars in those days) and walked up the entrance pathway to the Tor and when we emerged through the wood we were mesmerised to see Avalon before us and it didn't even cross our minds how we were to get the equipment to the top as by now we were quite stoned. We started walking, stopping at the pilgrimage points to catch breath – and as we neared the top we could hear the sound of music being played. It was very ethereal sounding. Eventually we climbed up to find as Mervyn Peake said – the tower in the dusk light, ‘an accusatory finger pointing at the sky’ and the ‘festival’ was more a collection of small groups of people with guitars and small audiences surrounding them with flickering fires light up the top floating as it was above he surrounding landscape. There seemed to be a central figure holding court, grinning, a man naked to the waist, older than the rest with a crown of holly, rugged features and kingly almost – but also with a tricksy air about him and though the dusk light made the event magical, there was a strange edge to it all. Many years later I thought to myself: Could this have been Gwynn Ap Nudd, the king of the Tylwyth Teg or "fair folk" and ruler of the Otherworld? We sat in and enjoyed the faery-like atmosphere. Suddenly there was a shout and we spotted the skinheads running towards us. We jumped up dazed but ran through the people and the tower and managed to get ahead of the skins to run down the hill pursued by yelling and finally emerged to find the van at the bottom. The van wouldn't start and we could feel the skins closing in – John jumped out and shouted ‘jump start’ and pushed and ran and we slammed it into gear and he jumped in the side door and we narrowly got away but the van’s gears had broken and we had to drive back to London in 2nd gear all the way – not having played at the festival. When we got back we drove to shadowy garage in the East End and John admitted that we were in trouble because he’d ‘borrowed’ the van from a local tough guy who wouldn't be happy about it being broke… A few years later I heard that there had been a festival at a farm in Pilton at some point, that also there’d been an earlier one in Shepton Mallet and that we’d missed the real festival by five miles - and maybe a year – space and time. Gary died from Covid Christmas 2020 after a life full of music.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606559287000-8URI1RFCJH8IVLNZTHB1/Will+Blomfield+1970-5.jpg Archive - 1970s - Jenny Vesty, 1970 “I was at the first festival in Pilton with Michale, my ex husband who sadly passed away earlier this year. On either the 30th anniversary or the 40th, probably the latter, I was driving by the site thinking “Was it really that long ago and was I really there?” when on the radio I heard him being interviewed, talking about the first one and what it was like then. He had gone on to work on the acoustic stage in latter years. As the saying goes “If you can remember it then you weren’t there” All I can remember is that it rained right up to the day that it started, we were there to help set it up so didn't have to pay £1 entrance fee. It was held in two fields, not a lot of people came, there was a St John’s Ambulance, an ice cream van and the sound system was crap!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606300867445-5GVP6AHAJWJ8SH78AT1P/Will+Blomfield+1970-5.jpg Archive - 1970s - Will Blomfield (pictures below) “The opening day of the first Glastonbury, 19th September 1970, coincided with my 2nd birthday - that's me hugging my mum - and being so young I don't remember anything about it. For the record I was also at the second event in 1971 which is when the Pyramid Stage first appeared. My dad was a very keen amateur photographer and so we have quite a good record of both the 1970 and '71 events. Up until the late 60s Dad was shooting almost exclusively in black and white but around 1970 he moved to Kodak colour slide film which was relatively unusual. His colour photos of the '70 and '71 festivals are therefore a pretty unique record of these events (I don't think I've ever seen any other colour photos from 1970). From what I understand from my dad's recollections, the '70 "Pilton Pop, Blues and Folk Festival", as it was originally known, was a bit of a non-event. The hippy jungle drums had spread word of the festival to London where my parents lived at the time. They drove to the festival in a VW Camper out of idle curiosity and the fact that it only cost £1 to get in. Perhaps as a further incentive Worthy Farm was also offering free milk to festival goers and one of the photos I'm sending shows my mum clutching her jug of milk in the completely empty field with the stage behind her. There's also a photo of a group of festival go-ers sitting around the burnt out wreck of a farm waggon which they used for a camp-fire. I believe Michael Eavis was rather cross about this vandalism of his farm implement! He's the person being interviewed, possibly by the BBC, in one of the 1970 photos. The experience can't have completely put my parents off because they returned for the second festival in 1971 - one of my favourite photos is of a hippy getting a ride in a tractor bucket (I'm in the background with my mum). My dad's photos of 1971 festival are more striking as the event was clearly a little bit bigger and the Pyramid Stage was a great focal point but it was still tiny compared to the current version.” You can view more pics on Will's Dads website www.robertblomfield.co.uk https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606559195765-UT7TVB5V5K6YH1M7IPF4/Terry+Maine+1971+3.jpg Archive - 1970s - Terry Maine, 1971 “I took this in 1971. Coming from Glastonbury myself. It was quite an eye opener. Never seen anything like this before. It was quite a revelation being there. Highlights that stuck in my memory - Calm, Peace & Friendship, but they were all strangers. Naked dancing was a bit strange. Totally different from nowadays” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624276645857-1QL3S7I8PXOOC4DMMGUL/Buzz+Tatlock+-+Ron+Reid+-+Glastonbury+Festival+1970.jpg Archive - 1970s - Buzz Tatlock, 1971 (pictured far left) “Most of the five days I was there are a bit of a blur (understandable I suppose). I travelled down from Leeds on the train to Castle Cary hopped on a bus which stopped at the end of a lane and was told the festival is down there mate. By this time it was starting to get dark, when suddenly a guy appeared out of the gloom and said are you BUZZ? Nodding he said to follow him through a hedge, over a field ,past another hedge and into the Pyramid Field, the stage was still being erected and was starting to shine silver. Pointing to a polythene creation around a tree in the top left corner of the field (it is still there but much larger now) he said "your mates are in there" before vanishing into the night. The next morning I went for a wander and found him and his friends around a camp fire. I asked how he knew me and he laughed and said that all he was told was to look out for a pixie! (it must have been the green tights and red pixie hat that gave it away) turned out they were from Nottingham. The rest of the festival is a bit of a blur (natch) but apart from a swim in a pond someone found up Pennard Hill and a subsequent picnic on fresh baked bread, farmhouse cheese and milk bought from a farmers wife, my first sight of GURU MAHARAJI, dancing in the mud to Fairport Convention and Family, it was the journey home that is worth mentioning. On the morning after, as everyone was leaving it turned out all the cars going North were all packed to the gills with at least five to a car so I said no problem I will hitch. Walking out of the car park a car pulled and offered me a lift to the motorway. I had only been at the service station slip road for less than minute when I was offered a lift to Towcester. Dropped off in a layby I was again given a lift to the M1 services. Walking down to the exit I heard a voice call BUZZ. It was a friend from Leeds. I was dropped off at the top of my road, went in ran a bath and then flopped out to some music. The time then was about two thirty. At sometime after four the door open and the rest of the bedraggled mob stumbled in. To say many gobs were smacked is an understatement! They had to make multiple stops on the way home the stretch limbs etc. And there was me all clean and sparkling (and very stoned ). I just smiled and went to put the kettle on. PS.The Nottingham crew became good friends and occasioned many a trip up and down the M1.” Photograph courtesy of © Ron Reid View more of Ron Reid’s Glastonbury archive here at https://www.ronreidphotography.org/glastonbury https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606558937112-F2L4GQARKNQMORYXE4RD/Will+Blomfield+1970-5.jpg Archive - 1970s - Peter Gibson, 1971 “In 1970 my parents decided to join The International Academy of Continuous Education at Sherborne House, Gloucestershire. This was established by Mr JG Bennett who was continuing on from the teachings of Gurdjieff. We had been living in suburbia. A large house in Kingston. We moved into a country mansion full of students from all over the world.. a brief glimpse of this place can be seen in the actress Diane Cilento's documentary produced by the BBC "One Pair of Eyes".In 1971 many of the students and their teacher, Mr J.G. Bennett, went to the Glastonbury Fayre music festival. You can see Mr Bennet talking about the festival in the documentary "Glastonbury Fayre". I had a childhood memory of the festival. It was a dreamlike memory of a friendly raven. As I grew up I began to doubt that this ever happened. If I remember it right the raven was with someone at the festival but befriended me. It was very odd friendship as I had a bad association of raven type birds from reading the Lord of the Rings and Hitchock "The Birds" but I wasn't at all afraid of this fellow. I remember his sharp claws and his deep cackling voice. The festival started out very wet and muddy but then it turned into a heatwave. In my parent's group of acquaintances, through our connection with Mr Bennett, were musicians like Arthur Brown, Robert Fripp, De Hartman, and actors like Diane Cilento. I remember Jason Connery, son of Diane Cilento and Sean Connery (an actor who played one of the early roles as James Bond), going to our school for a short while and playing with us at Sherborne House. He is the blond boy in the clip from Diane's documentary attached.Arthur Brown was "responsible" for teaching me the rules of chess, which I then terrorised all the residents of Sherborne House, challenging them to matches where I would inevitably torture them with distracting behaviour and cheat when they weren't looking. I was a horrible undisciplined "hippy" child. The music at the festival was amazing. However, the more amazing thing was the mix of people from all walks and classes of society getting together in a crazy, sometimes clashing, sometimes harmonious experiment of cathartic release from social norms and ways of thinking. The smell of cannabis and hot plastic of tents brings back these memories easily.” Glastonbury Fayre 1971 full documentary video here One Pair of Eyes - Diane Cilento here https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624307286480-OROFJDEA9HOQZE3X7BMB/Glastonbury_71-001.jpeg Archive - 1970s - Sheila Burnett, 1971 “I traveled from West Ken with my sister in van of hippie types for the weekend bearing brown rice, mung tea, Wacky Baccy and one, maybe 2 tents. I had arrived in London in 1969 with my friends from Birmingham School of Art. I carried a camera with me most of the time, like sketching really, just quicker. I kept my camera hidden at Glastonbury, it was truly uncool to be taking photos, apart from that I was stoned most of the time. It was also uncool to eat meat, my sis and I had bought some chicken with us and hid behind a tree to nibble. Apart from Arthur Brown I only remember Fairport convention, we Idiot danced under the influence of something, my amber choker neckless broke whilst dancing. I remember everyone trying to pick up all the beads and then heading back to this old tent where my traveling companions were omming. OM means identifying with the universe, everyone sits is a circle holds hands and Oms …… very embarrassing for me, no one else seemed to mind. Arthur Brown played late in to the night to a bombed out hallucinating audience of 12000. He appeared in a cloud of smoke and fire, flashing lights and strobe wearing a horned helmet screaming I am the God of Hell fire and you are all going to die. It was terrifying and another tab I had taken earlier kicked in, all the cars put headlights on and I could feel the earth sinking beneath me, I remembered there was a bad tip tent, I wanted to go but it was full, someone actually told me THE BAD TRIP TENT IS FULL ! I woke up in an unfamiliar tent watching ants crawling up the tent pole. Just outside the tent as the sun was rising, a half naked bearded chap had built a cross pointing to the Tor, he wore a loincloth and lay across the cross chanting. One of the hippies I had traveled with called Ra (after the sun god) floated by, he wore a black cloak and silver make up and saluting the sun encouraging me to follow. I watched as the cherubs danced in the pink sky and a rainbow arched over the Tor, a divine vision, this was the blotter acid wearing off. I found out months later that Ra was a maths teacher called Rodney. On this the last day I took out my camera and wondered around on my own, still camera shy but less intimidated by the flower children.” Photos © Sheila Burnett https://www.sheilaburnett-photography.com/ https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624278834993-AXMJFLJUN5XAIIOVLIAZ/Craig+Sams+1971-1.jpg Archive - 1970s - Craig Sams, 1971 “We did the macrobiotic natural food at the festival in 1971 There was a point where hot dog vans started to arrive and were seen off by the festival folk. Our shop manager (Pam Donaldson - Ceres, Portobello Road) went to Worthy Farm a few times to meet with Andrew and Arabella and then became ill so I took it up and we did the event successfully despite having more food to produce than we needed as the numbers weren’t in the zone we had all been expecting. No matter, there was nothing like it before (…or since, some would say)” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606559049967-9WV4ZTS2HKWBAI8LM6AN/Will+Blomfield+1970-5.jpg Archive - 1970s - John Andrews, 1971 “1971. I hitched up from where I was dossing in Devon to be with friends who went up earlier. Arrived to lots of mud. Cannot remember much, moments only, among them... Guru Maharaj ji, Melanie and Family. I remembered my friends. It was a festival of friends. In these pics by the farmhouse, I am with some friends - Moses, Little Steve, Orch and another. I am on far right in both pics” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624279930330-BK7N6BL55K7KMWD35Y0Q/Stuart+McLaren_Glasto+1971.jpg Archive - 1970s - Stuart McLaren, 1971 I’m still not sure how I first heard about Glastonbury Fair – maybe an article in Melody Maker, maybe in another music paper - but I knew I was going. There was no thought of asking anyone else about joining me, I was just going to go down there. Thinking back, it was very out of character for me. I’d never been to a festival; I’d never hitched and yet I was going to travel from Edinburgh to Pilton on my own. There was no planning, no map, no clear idea of where I was actually headed. It was as if I was summoned. So, I set out on Saturday 19th June 1971 with a shoulder bag containing a few bits and pieces – no change of clothing - and a rolled up sleeping bag. That first day was not good – I didn’t get as far as the English border. I took a bus part way down (maybe to Hawick?) and walked a fair amount but I’ve no idea where, probably down the A7. I remember walking past signposts for the Samye Ling monastery. It started to rain. I reached a small village (maybe Langholm) and spent the night sleeping on the concrete floor of a semi-built house on the outskirts. I was soaked through. I rose early and started walking again and got a lift from a guy with on old-style GPO van which had no passenger seat, just a driver’s seat. He took me to somewhere near the M6/M74. I felt I was finally moving. I was astonished to be offered a lift from a chap in a Range Rover – not a common car in those days and quite posh. He said he was heading down the M6 to Wells. I did know enough to realise that this was close to my destination. I remember little of that journey, other that the feeling of sitting quite high off the ground in the car and having a very smooth ride. When the driver stopped for lunch, I thanked him and said I’d take my chances on the slip-road out of the service station – it felt wrong to stay with, and impose myself on, one person for the whole journey. After standing there for a while, I was picked up again by the same chap and we continued on our way down. From Wells I got a lift from folk going to the festival and arrived at the site in the late afternoon of the 20th June to find a bit of a mud bath. My memories of what happened over the next days are hazy and random. I think it was wet that first evening. I walked about looking at folk frolicking in the mud and felt like a stranger in a strange land, an outsider: not really one of these people, but so much wanting to be. I felt lost, and yet… I felt found - it felt right, it felt safe. Taking a spot at the front of the pyramid stage where the ground began to slope up towards the farmhouse, I lay my sleeping bag on the ground and that was my home for the next four days - the sleeping bag lay there untouched whenever I wandered off. I spent my days, as far as I remember, just wandering about, soaking up the vibe or lying on the sleeping bag dozing. It was hot and sunny from Monday onwards and the mud dried up. A few notes on the site: The pyramid was really close, behind me there was a camping area and then further up there was the farmhouse where food could be got. I can't remember what I ate or where it came from the whole time I was there, but I’m guessing it was from the farmhouse kitchen. Breakfast I do remember: there was a wee stall/tent off to the side of the pyramid which had a sort of hot muesli/porridge thing with fruit in it - that was the start of every day. Past that food stall and through into the next field were the toilets: big, deep trenches with scaffolding frames, open at the front and with sacking hung between the stations. You held onto vertical poles at either side and perched your bum on a horizontal pole and that was it. The stage/pyramid itself was open and you could just wander up to it and around it. Huge arc-lights were trained onto it at night. According to my sketchy notes written while there and which seem to sum up some of the experience, Monday night included " Brinsley Schwarz; The boy Guru Maharaj Ji (arrived in his white Rolls Royce, rather unannounced and booed off the stage); Dave Cousins (came on impromptu and played "The Man Who Called Himself Jesus" – very apt!); Quintessence – good but there were equipment problems; Quiver (at 12.30 am) – I fell asleep; Melanie (at 4.00 am) {my notes say “brilliant” but I have, in fact, no memory of this performance}; avant garde acoustic band (I fell asleep)" Other performances I noted during the week include Terry Reid, Linda Lewis, Family, Traffic, Gong, Fairport Convention, Skin Alley, Bronco, Henry Cow, Hawkwind, Pink Fairies, Arthur Brown, Edgar Broughton Band and, last but by no means least, Mighty Baby playing at dawn on my last morning there (I should also mention David Bowie at dawn on Wednesday - I awoke to hear to hear the stage announcement and then promptly fell back asleep - one of the few great disappointments of my life! My notes from the day simply say “Bugger, I missed it”) At some point during Tuesday afternoon Terry Riley’s 'A Rainbow In Curved Air' was blasted through the PA. I’d never heard anything like it - it was a totally new sound to me and rolled over the site on a hot sunny afternoon weaving magic. It totally amazed me and I bought it as soon as I could when I got back to Edinburgh, shelling out for an import copy. I've still got that disc and it retains the power to transport me back to that field. But it wasn't actually about the music and the bands - it was being there, it was BEING. I think it's impossible to explain and convey the reality of those 4 days to anyone who wasn't there, or who hasn't had a similar experience - and everyone's reality is different in any case. I left Worthy Farm on the Friday morning to hitch to Reading festival and then back to Edinburgh - an epic journey involving having all my money stolen on the first night at Reading and so having to leave, begging on the streets of London, drinking coffee sweetened with marmalade in the back of a transit van on the M1 somewhere, being transported to York in a police car, begging in York - this is probably a story in itself...” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606224112071-LBOM8Z8D74ZBCHW2DUN9/Brian+Carson+1979+-+band.jpg Archive - 1970s - Brian Carson, 1979 “1979 was the very first three day event and it was called Glastonbury Fayre. Acts included: Peter Gabriel, Steve Hillage, Alex Harvey Band - Tickets £5 they Sold 12,000 Sure these days everyone knows there is a Glastonbury Festival but back in 1979 - there was no Internet {WWW} No mention of it on television or national radio and my mates and I had never heard of it ' in London ' - not counting the time people showed up when there was no event there was only two previous events in 1970 and 1971. I got roped in as a booker working for Glastonbury asked a mates band to play and I was one of the drivers. They were a pub band, playing at the Half Moon Pub in Putney and right out the blue they were asked if they could play at Glastonbury Fayre the month later - all the details were noted down on a beer mat. None of us had ever been to Shepton Mallet before but we were told Pilton was 1/2 the way to Glastonbury Town and it was "‘on the left’. We struggled to find Pilton on a normal map. It was as unspecific as that - anyway we did find it - I drove down some of their gear and and another friend drove down the rest. We found the windy path and at the bottom was a garden shed {this is where the guy checks the tickets}. It was rough and ready - most attending appeared to be locals {25 miles}. One of them showed the beer mat as the booker had signed it - he showed it to the guy in the shed but he had no radio so he just let in the Campervan and the two cars and he was asked to go to the Farm House. These days even with the right Crew Pass its difficult to get though the gate but in 1979 it was simple to get in just with a beer mat. 1979 map - red dot is the entrance - guy in a ' shed ' who was selling tickets at the gate - we camped beside our cars - blue dot {common then to camp beside a car} What was annoying was the fact that they did not hold a event in 1980 - I believe it was shortage of funds.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1624277789443-PZFHEHPGELUCSTK843QG/Shelley+Morris_8.jpg Archive - 1970s - Shelley Morris, 1979 “In the Summer of 1971 ,I was living in Formentera Balearics Spain and at a full moon party I met and played bongos with a singer from London called Carol Grimes....Later when I had moved back to Wales and then onto London I joined The Carol Grimes Band playing Congas /Perc / Backing vocals.....Many gigs ensued and after a mini UK Tour we were invited to play at Glastonbury Festival to support Peter Gabriel.....Carol and I were thrilled beyond words...but .What to wear.....I eventually choose my orange Rumba dress with a red belt and scarves and bits n Bob's...inspired by Carmen Miranda ..... I still have the Orange Rumba Dress and the scarves...And the photos ..... Although I wouldn't fit into anymore,my daughter Fionnuala wore it ,so I shall keep as it takes pride of place on my clothes rail amongst other stage outfits ...And hope one day a granddaughter might wear it after she has listened to Grandma's Rock n Roll tales of being a Woman on the road back then ,playing Congas and wearing zany outfits.... I am still doing .....age 71...” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606559381133-ML2CMNGE2VDMFB6ICHNU/Tara+Dancer+1979.jpg Archive - 1970s - Tara Dancer, 1979 “I don’t have any photos from 71, the earliest I have is this one of me as Nephtis, the darker sister of Isis in Nick Turners band Sphynx’s musical interpretation of the Egyptian Book of The Dead, on a pyramid stage which was a tent” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606224382380-9O0IQOE95JED7NCZA3F4/Nigel+Rayment+1979.jpg Archive - 1970s - Nigel Rayment, 1979 “It was 1979. The Sarge and I were in our late teens and both of us booked time off work so we could attend the whole Fayre, which, being scheduled to coincide with Solstice, was to run from Friday to Monday night. Since we were independently hitching to Glastonbury from different parts of the country, I called Tourist Information to ask for the name of a prominent pub in the centre of town. The woman on the phone suggested The George and Pilgrim, so that’s where we arranged to meet. The Sarge got lucky with his thumb and arrived two hours ahead of me and headed straight for the George, where he was instantly slung out, the landlord pointing to the sign on the door: ‘No Hippies’. Realising that the festival was bloody miles from Glastonbury, we then hitched onto Pilton. It was blazing hot weather and by the time we arrived we were gasping for beer. There was no bar on site, and despite the uniformed copper sipping from a can of Double Diamond at the top of the lane, the only booze for sale was Eavis’ warm cider, which was frankly nothing other than despicable witches’ piss. We headed for the tiny village shop, intent on buying up every fluid ounce they had, which turned out to be a deeply dispiriting 24 cans of McEwan’s Export. Back on site, we secreted them at the back of our tent, terrified they would be rustled. We needn’t have worried for two reasons. Firstly, nobody was nicking anything. Quite the opposite in fact. When I lost my brand new SLR camera, it found its way directly to lost property, where a beautiful naked hippie trustingly handed it over. Secondly, nobody else gave a flying stuff about alcohol. Instead pot headed pixies everywhere invited us onto their buses for a gratis cup or two of mushroom tea. When we bumped into Haywood, an older hairy we knew from Stafford, The Sarge was overcome by the general spirit of generosity and offered him one of our precious cans. 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My Glastonbury Story - Vicky Steward “I personally navigate around the festival using 30 years of memories, which is of absolutely no use to anyone else at all. The main memory I think I will retain from 2016’s very muddy event is of the spot close to Arcadia (we’d just been to see the show which was fantastic) where we spent an hour on Friday night. We stopped by some litter bins and discovered the car-sized patch of mud in front of us was somehow more treacherous than the rest. About half of the people trying to get through it got stuck, fell over and lost their wellies. Being the helpful, kind people we are we started placing bets on who would go over next. The family next to us (who turned out to be from Pilton) joined in with an It‘s a Knockout style commentary. We then all started applauding: 1. All the people who fell over and 2. All the people who looked like they were going to fall over but didn’t. I did have a fleeting moment of guilt at not actually helping anyone, but actually, it’s hard to help when you are laughing so much you are crying. Besides, most of the people who went in to help fell over and lost their wellies too. At one point a group of security surrounded the mud and looked intimidatingly at it, but it defied their control measures and persisted in being sticky and hazardous, so they went away again. I once got horribly lost by the Pyramid Stage, bewildered by a mass of signs, none of which pointed to where I wanted to go. I turned in circles looking desperately for the correct exit until a very concerned looking lady from the Samaritans stall opposite came over to stroke my arm and ask me if I needed a cup of tea and a sit-down. I have found myself in the same spot every year since. in my Festival memory bank it is labelled as ˜That bit where I always get lost”. Needless to say this ensures that I can never find the right route to where I am actually heading, but I just stride off confidently in a random direction for fear of looking like a middle-aged festival virgin. Arguably the two histories of Glastonbury Festival and Glastonbury Town are inseparably intertwined, with the festival having a huge effect on the Town and vice versa. When I arrived in Glastonbury in 1993 many of the locals liked to ignore the festival, dismissing it as a bunch of stoned hippies in a field listening to terrible music. Much like the Glastonbury hippies tend to dismiss the Glastonbury Carnival as a bunch of burger eaters watching farmers’ wives in shiny tights on ridiculously power consuming floats playing ear-splittingly loud pop music. There’s a crossover though - many of the Carnival Clubs volunteer as marshals for the festival to raise funds for the carnival. Goodwill towards the festival has no doubt grown, largely due to the fact that anyone in the local area who can make a toasted sandwich or brew cider realized they had a massive captive market of festival goers. Those who caught on early enough managed to grow their businesses as the event grew and many now serve the huge number of other festivals that happen all over the UK and Europe, but Glastonbury is, for many, their biggest earner. No doubt the attitude towards the festival has improved amongst the local press and officialdom since it has become the preserve of the middle classes. Gone are the days of (Special) Brew Crew Crusties. Some complain that the event has lost its edge, become too safe, too commercial. This is a fair point unless you are the kind of person who has never found the thought of being mugged by Scallies exciting. Before the days of the Superfence I too used to applaud the fence jumper who successfully evaded security, but then cursed them when I was stuck in a scary bottleneck or endlessly queuing for the loos as the services became horribly overstretched. Nowadays you do have to actually contribute something worthwhile to get your ticket, and as a consequence the quality of those contributions has grown. It’s no longer enough just to be a face painter or a juggler or push around a pram full of vodka jellies, unless you have joined together with other creatives and truly developed these things into an art form. A huge number of the creative people who contribute to the event – as musicians and performers, in production roles, as artists, build crew, healers, are drawn from Glastonbury Town, and of course, many of those living in the Town first discovered it through coming to the Festival. People think if you live in the town you get a free ticket to the festival. This is not true. Only those living very close to the festival in Pilton Village, who are also on the electoral register, get free tickets. I have heard it said that the Electoral Commission were incredibly impressed by the political conscientiousness of the Pilton Village residents, all of whom registered to vote. They even considered a study to find out what they could learn from them to foster enthusiasm for our democratic system in other English villages. Not so many years ago Glastonbury Town actively repelled Festival Goers from coming to the town before or after the event. It is rumoured that the Town Chamber of Commerce refused Michael Eavis’s offer of a free page dedicated to advertising the town in the programme as they didn't want “those sort of visitors”. Nowadays the townspeople put on a Glastonbury Fringe event to encourage visitors to the town during the Festival, and showcase local talent. I’ve never seen it as I am always at the Festival. Over the last (nearly 30) years I have got in through the Traveller Field in the days before the fence, as a trader managing a bookstall in the Avalon Field, as a band manager, as Gate Crew on Blue Gate, helping run the Tipi Fields and in recent years as Site Manager for the Glasto Latino Field. I find my enjoyment of the Festival increases the more involved I am. In Glastonbury probably 2% of the residents wear wellies daily. At the festival it’s closer to 90%. Even in the years when the site becomes swelteringly hot and dusty (giving rise to the infamous Pilton Black Bogey) youngsters still sport patterned rubber boots, as if a massive mud bath could appear at any moment. Those Glastafarians in wellies often found them abandoned at a previous Glastonbury Festival. So much stuff is lunched out at the end of the festival that most of the locals have sheds full of tents, folding chairs, roll mats, cool boxes, sleeping bags etc. Some people roam the site on Monday actively looking for quality items that just need a wash to be reused, a process known as ˜tatting”. I used to do it, excited by the prospect of finding expensive camping gear or rolls of banknotes (it does happen), but was rubbish at it. Many years ago I was ineffectually tatting (all I had found was a tin opener) when a particularly handsome stranger came up and gave me a kiss. I was so gobsmacked I wasn’t even able to ask his name. Nowadays I generally find the mess and wastefulness too depressing to face, though on a dry year I have been known to pick up an entire year’s supply of loo roll. I’d like to think this was me being Green but actually, it’s more me being really tight fisted. Some say that Glastonbury Town is like an all year round festival. When I attended my first Glastonbury Festival (I think it was 1988 but I’m not entirely sure) I was struck by the friendliness and kindness of strangers, having been brought up in a Midlands town this was largely unfamiliar to me! In common with the many, many thousands of people who have been to the festival over the years, I was transformed by the experience of being immersed in a massive crowd of people having a good time and being nice to one another. I decided this was the life I wanted. Moving to Glastonbury Town meant I got to live in that same atmosphere of colour, vibrancy, creativity, anarchy and diversity that I had discovered at the Festival.” Check out Vicky’s blog about life in Glastonbury Town! https://normalforglastonbury.uk/ https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606397705418-CQDTX9L45A4U8W7OKD87/Venetia+Dearden-2.jpg Archive - My Glastonbury Story - Venetia Dearden “I grew up next to the festival site, our house is walking distance from one of the entrances and in the early days the traffic went right past our front door. As a child, I loved the annual caravan of people who came by. They would often come to our house for eggs & cheese or to use the phone. My parents always had the door open and would help anyone. It was thrilling in so many ways. My family love the festival and I haven’t missed a year since I went at 8 months old in 1976. This has been helped by the fact the Eavis’s give tickets to all the locals which is wonderful. For most of the year, the valley is empty and its always incredible to see it fil up and become a huge temporary city. When I was 17 I started working with friends, the Temperleys, on their legendary cider bus. I think working there is a wonderful way to experience the festival, and I did that for about 6 years. Then I got into the photography and I was inspired by the many interesting people I was serving over the bar, hearing their stories. I wanted to get closer to the individuals and was inspired to photograph them. I approached Michael Eavis with a project idea, inspired by Richard Avedon’s photo book ‘In the American West’, and he offered me a spot in the Avalon field to take photos against a white backdrop. He is really supportive of local artists and initiatives. The first year I had a tipi, covered the back in white paper and set up some lights. I spent most of the festival taking the lights down and then getting them up again, because the Tipi wasn’t waterproof and it didn’t stop raining! It was a disaster. So the following year I took a tent, and the project grew from there. At first we would approach people, then after a couple of years, people were queueing up to have their picture taken ( I made all the pictures available to the sitters). I worked on the project for seven years, starting in 2003. I had an amazing team of friends who helped male this dream come true. Rich Hendry, Josh Lustig, Sarah Hulme, Jess and Buc Dennis, Simon Williams, Liz Ings, to name but a few. It was absolutely a team effort I could never have done it on my own! We opened the studio day and night. I just loved meeting all the people – the stories were just amazing, and this is why I love this project of Emma’s! What makes Glastonbury Festival is the spirit of the people. The festival goers, and the workers. Glastonbury is made up of so many ‘families’ who have been part of the festival forever - all these families bring their own creative identities to their areas, and foster a sense of ownership, returning year after year with new and exciting ideas. I think it is also unique in its ability to keep circus arts and niche performance areas alive, as well as attracting global talent. With the help of Art Director Candace Bahouth we started photographing the performers too. I was lucky enough to have a few moments with Shirley Bassey, Leonard Cohen, Amy Winehouse, Paul Weller, Lily Allen and many many more. The resulting book, Glastonbury Another Stage, was published for the 40th anniversary, with Michael Eavis writing the foreward. It captures some of the cast of characters who create, visit and perform at the festival every year. It was celebrated with a solo show at the National Portrait Gallery in 2010 and has been exhibited worldwide. ( copies are still available!)My brother now runs and off site camping called Pennard Orchard. For me, the festival will always be an annual gathering of friends and family, time shared with the people I have come to know who help create the festival. I will miss it so much this year!” Check out Venetia’s Glastonbury photos at https://venetiadearden.com/ https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606398902577-VS3SRZ260RX513B3Q3AD/Robin+Fox+2003.jpg Archive - My Glastonbury Story - Robin Fox “My first years at the festival were as a young 90s raver. Hitching rides and jumping trains were always the start of the adventures, meeting new friends along the way. Often I traveled with just the clothes on my back and the freedom of an open mind that allowed the mischievous hands of Glastonbury festival to lead me astray, very astray. I loved it. Finding out the best place to get in through the fence was done tactfully and quickly. Sometimes you could just walk straight in but most years it was a scaling affair. The first 6ft fence was usually easy but one year, after consuming a bottle of Malibu in a car, I drunkenly launched myself and a carrier bag full of cans onto its spikes spraying larger everywhere. The second fence was always more daunting but the adrenaline was on full power by then. It was almost a joy to be met by the many gangs awaiting our landing on the other side with their squidgy black hash (that was literally mud they had collected from the ground) The pills and powders, umbrellas for a tenner and no doubt some poor victim getting robbed the very moment they arrived. Glastonbury often had a medieval feel to it. The mud fights, the mayhem, the magic, the revelling freedom and let's not forget the romance, fuelled by intoxication, euphoria and natural endorphins. In the early 2000's performing as a Magician and Circus performer was a different vibe. On site parking, performers camping with hot showers, clean loos, our own catering and my photo in the program. I relished in the ability to venture out into the crowds and loose myself in the eye of the tornado and then flash my pass at the heavenly gates to escape back into the secret world behind the fence where all the loos all had paper with no fear of interruption! My last visit in 2007 was not as a performer but as a guest of a well known actress. We had barley stepped in through the gates when a photographer asked if he could take a photo of us. Perhaps he recognised her but it could have been my rather outstanding wardrobe ensemble consisting of a bright yellow fisherman’s outfit and top hat wrapped in a Mole Valley carrier bag that attracted his attention.Whatever it was he snapped away as did many people on our magical wanderings. The next day I awoke and switched on my phone, it went berserk with a flood of texts... we were front page news. TV, Nationals, all over the place. My outfit, in preparation for one of the muddiest festivals on record, had clearly sparked the media's interest. Well, that and the company of a wonderful actress.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606400174411-WVA3I4SU58ODKY8UIO19/Rosanna+Rose-3.jpg Archive - My Glastonbury Story - Rosanna Rose “Pilton where do I start? We were learning to walk and you taught us to run. Life lessons beyond anything outside the gates. I started my adventure as a toddler pushed along in a wheel barrow with a flat tyre in to family camping by my Dad. Mum made a flower painted toilet that felt like luxury . Not my turn to empty! Then when the fence got bigger my festival mummy’s let me hide away and paint the kids field castle with octopuses and fish for days , printing T-shirt’s for a bit of hidden sanctuary off the muddy lane. You were hot and so dusty that year. Adopted by festival mummy’s I learnt to find my feet . Theatre and circus the paint still in my hair but with a different festival family where we learnt to love but also lose. How many miles of fence to paint with everyone’s adventures! We were independent and free. Staying on for a month later to littler pick the magic back in to our pockets till we planned to never leave. Children learning to live. You have to keep moving so I gave my hand to Arcadia when the big spider graced the south east corner and made the floor move. Late nights, late night, work, work, work… did I go to the festival?! A blur. You were a swamp that year, people kayaked to their shifts on the railway island . Time to move again to find a greener sanctuary . Then I landed at my forever home Crossiant Neuf gate crew, O I do love you . Fiddle players at 4am and the smell of a forever burning fire to pass on the high vis to a warm chair. Backgammon on shift , did someone just walk through? How many backstage area bands can you get was the game, trading like cards.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606400797628-A10MXV73Q29WERXGVFF1/Tracie+Hollingworth-3.jpg Archive - My Glastonbury Story - Tracie Hollingworth “Our Glastonbury festival story starts in March 2007 when out of the blue a friend of ours asked my husband if he would like to help crew a bar on site.The answer was an almost immediate YES. So he left me at home with a 4 year old and joined the T&C Green Room Bar crew. Every year he came back with stories while I watched the show on TV. In 2013 when our daughter was more capable of helping out a little I was asked if I would like to join the crew. “Oh, yes please”. We have had some wonderful times since then. Driving in on the Saturday before the festival opens, helping build our small part of it, having fun with our wonderful customers, enjoying some great bands on our little but perfectly formed stage. The sun, The mud!, The Flood!, Yes we were 8 inches deep in water one year. And now that 4 year old has grow up, she is part of the T&C crew at the Café next door. We do this for the incredible Children’s World Charity and for the love of our customers, performers and crew.I love my adopted T&C family and will miss them dearly this year. See you all in 2021” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606400495755-R2DC5SE66M6UPXEZGV77/Rosanna+Rose-3.jpg Archive - My Glastonbury Story - John Firth “I went there 1998-2005 minus 2001 which I think was fallow. I think the proper fence went up in 2002? We jumped in those first 3 years. Always confronted by someone on the outside wanting a fiver to go through the hole they’d cut but then jumping over just next to them instead. It was always the first buzz of the weekend not knowing if we'd get in or not, even if we knew we would! Possibly the best times of my life. That last year before the fence went up, I read anything from 200 to 400,000 people were estimated to have been on site with I think official ticket sales still at around100,000. Was definitely on the edge, fine as a single bloke in my 20s, kinda sketchy at times at night for girls and kids. But probably that mix of people from really all walks of life gave it that completely unique feeling. Impossible to really convey what it was like in words without sounding all cheesy and ‘it was better back then’ to people you weren't there with. With those people I was there with we just have to mention the festival to each other and not really say anything else. Very special times. The photos here are either 1999 or 2005. I can probably find and scan the original of the flood one if you wanted it and I have more of them. Either way it was wet! We always camped up from the Glade on a 'hill' but had mates camped down the bottom. It as crazy to see the rivers flowing down where there were paths and our mates' tents fully submerged under a few feet of water. I remember seeing a bloke diving underwater and coming back up clutching a bottle of vodka he'd retrieved from the tent! So much good music but often didn't know who I'd seen when people asked me afterwards. I'd have to check the programme and pick a few headline acts out to tell people in the office. Not sure I ever saw a headline act, for me that wasn't the point, more to just wander and be led wherever felt right. We'd often find ourselves dancing to the tunes between DJs in the dance tent, probably just a CD, often joking the next day that "'Phil Inn' was decent last night". The fill in DJ. Could've been anyone, often having no idea who we actually saw or didn't! And talking shit around the fire when coming back up to the tents between forays off down into the magical world below. I was came to dancing to the 'beat' of a generator next to the Hare Krishna tent (used to hang out there in the day a bit), not my finest moment... Just floating around listening to anything and everything. Afternoons in the Glade and at the Cider Bus, nights in and out of the dance tent, getting lost in Lost Vagueness, into the Tiny Tea Tent talking to so many different people, ‘Yop Yoghurt’ tent for some early hours dance music, up to the Stone Circle for sunrise, a couple of hour’s kip before it became too hot and then start over again! Used to take a full week off work afterwards and disappear into the Wye Valley, the crash back down to reality was full-on and needed to be managed carefully! Mates who went back to work straight away would burst into floods of tears randomly in the office or be hallucinating in meetings. Pretty much none of us had phones back then as well. No need to mention that made it even more special looking back. Hardly any photos either which is the only downside, but avoiding the logging everything for social media was special. Like the '90s all over. Last non-digital decade of partying. Look at me, now I'm getting all 'it was better back then' like I said! Oh and the pigeon on a stick, only way to find mates while we were there. That or "see you at the back left of the mixing desk" which became the 'guaranteed' can't-fail meeting point, rarely happened but when it did such a buzz to 'bump into' your mates in amongst 1000s of others. Not been back since, I'm 42 now and have 2 young kids. Really want to take them but not sure if it’s changed too much. Like I said, best days and memories of my life. I so want them to somehow experience what I did and really hope they can one day.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606401086623-96D9PKPNLKJV6NOUTE5T/Rosanna+Rose-3.jpg Archive - My Glastonbury Story - Jayne Protheroe “My story begins with meeting Tracy Harrison asking me to help .. she amazed me with her kindness .. and everyone being amazed by her .. she welcomed you in with a love I never known before .. she soon became friend and godmother to my one and only daughter.. I became a member at Tracy’s hygiene crew doing admin at Glastonbury and the event opened my eyes to a city of wonder ! And the friends I made and will never forget and family! We’re still kids !! what hedge could you jump through to the secret roads , our playground !! Shush it’s a Glastonbury secret . 3am meet right off the oak . Tranny in a bin . Everyone’s Glastonbury secret ❤️ My Glastonbury homes are many and the special friends and memories are rich . Blessed this is my world !!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606401472251-BQGW0D3JGMV096V4XWTE/Helene+Trans-It+Schnitzer-3.jpg Archive - My Glastonbury Story - Helene Trans-It Schnitzer “After moving to the UK in 2001, I was invited to join the Wheel of Astrologers in 2003. After that year’s ‘test run’ at the then Big Green Gathering, I joined The Wheel in Glastonbury’s Green Futures field in 2004 and have been going ever since. We are a group of astrologers aiming at empowering members of the public by bringing them real astrology, through readings, free workshops and our beloved ‘astro-babble’ sessions around the fire. When we’re not at work, we do get to walk around the site and enjoy some of the performances - spoiled for choice, really. Most memorable to me, among many others, is the evening Leonard Cohen got me crying by the Pyramid, after which I went to the Acoustic Stage, only to run into Joan Baez. Old hippie, me... There would be many, many little stories to tell, as the festival has become part of my life and the people I meet there part of my extended family. The year when I woke up to a river rushing through my tent, or the year we had to drive through a lake to get to Green Futures and wade through several others to reach the Meeting Point. The day the Dalai Lama visited, or the night I sang folk songs (!) with Nik Turner in the Moonbeams Cafe. The year Arcadia opened or the year I found a complete wardrobe for a couple of tenners on a Monday. Every year, it has been like moving to a different planet, where creativity, humanity and love are running the show. I feel rather blessed to be part of it” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606412530887-M3ZF1JS8GGVO0T2ZZDS9/Helene+Trans-It+Schnitzer-3.jpg Archive - My Glastonbury Story - Hannah Stoyle “I have so many special Glastonbury memories of my own... but these last few years I have really enjoyed being able to share this amazing place with my daughter (sequence of images with daughter as she goes from bump to older)” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606412605418-E1RQUQFEKW9E3ZX18GET/Andy+Driscoll.jpg Archive - My Glastonbury Story - Andy Driscoll “If you see someone without a smile give them yours’ I learnt this loving 25 Glasto’s over 35 years and carry this through every day. I have stories.. just have to remember them… oh feck…” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606412736976-AZIMYPVGEABXY2Q1Z4CE/Dasha-2-1.jpg Archive - My Glastonbury Story - Dasha & Nick “I (Nick) went first with my friend Matt. I never wanted to go, hated camping, and only agreed because I thought we would never get tickets! We did of course and I had the time of my life. Two years later I was living in New York and met Dasha on Tinder. We soon found we enjoyed a common love of music and I jokingly said; “Let’s go to Glastonbury”. We landed tickets but having known each other for only two months and still seeing other people, I worried we might not last. We booked separate flights to the festival and then waited to see what happened next. Of course we stayed together and headed to England in June 2015. My family and friends frustrated at the separate flights to ferry us to and from Heathrow! 2015 was a great festival, my third and thanks to Matt I knew my way around, strangely the only place on Earth I don’t get lost! Dasha, with no expectations, was stunned at the sheer scale of the festival and sense of freedom that Glastonbury promotes. Lionel Richie was and is still our best set of Glastonbury and any other event or concert they’ve attended. Dasha was in awe of the British crowd singing along to all of Lionel’s songs, as was Lionel himself! 2016 was wet, very wet, but once you’ve been to a good Glastonbury the weather can’t get you down. Dasha met Kate, a friend of mine, through Matt and some others from around the world, closing that loop of friendship that had brought me to the festival originally. We saw both of Caravan Palace’s sets and have since seen them twice back in New York. 2017; we took a bunch of American friends and unbeknownst to Dasha, I took her engagement ring. We had discovered the Deluxe Diner in 2016 and Dasha was not suspicious at the large group of friends that sat down to dinner, and who eventually witnessed my proposal and her acceptance. 2018; for the fallow year we went to Burning Man. We would like to officially ask for the fallow years to be cancelled, I do not want to go back to Burning Man! 2019; we wed in November 2017 but with family spread around the world eventually married four times, in LA, Russia and finally England. What better way to celebrate your wedding and start your honeymoons than Glastonbury? Everything was arranged around the dates of the festival. In Russia we were blessed with a perfect full moon for the canal trip in St Petersburg and the weather in England was just right, it had been raining the previous weeks. Both serendipitous events only happened thanks to Glastonbury, so we went back to diner in full wedding garb to celebrate!” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606413123773-PA3OEFJAXUTLTOZG0NH2/Gilly+Baker.jpg Archive - My Glastonbury Story - Gilly Baker “My friend and I had a plan to run the most helpful but also most hilarious campsite crew team at Glastonbury (and we did. She still runs it, at South Park). We wanted maximum silliness to make people smile, so Buttercup was born and became our mascot. One year she went on tour before the gates opened and had her photograph taken all over the site, including with Julian Temperley, farmer and cider-maker to the stars, who was a bit taken aback but got into the spirit of the thing. Every year we hear exhausted campers coming up the hill and telling each other ‘almost there … I can see the cow!’ Buttercup is getting old now, but still has some life in her. Last year she turned up with a baby at foot, young Daisy. She has also done guest appearances at birthday parties. Dear old girl.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606483630910-97PFGFUYMZXHARFP6CM0/Tor+Glasto+2005-2.jpg Archive - My Glastonbury Story - Tor Webster “My first Glastonbury Festival was 1998 I was a 21 year old film student in Farnham, I was friends with a young family that invited me to go with them and another family. So I just went along for the journey. They were seasoned Glastonbury goers and knew the drill, so, after we had performed a military style operation through a hole under the fence at the dead of night with all ten of us including kids under 5, we made our way to the camp that the dad had set up for us. We were their pretty early and one thing that stood out for me is was the sheer mass of everything , It was amazing to see this sea of tents that came in from nowhere fill the space around us.I don’t remember much from that first time, mostly hanging out at the tent drinking cider and following our group to various random events, mostly for the kids, I don’t even remember what bands I saw that year, I think I saw Portishead. Then I remember being just as amazed as how quickly the tents around me disappeared. My 2nd Glastonbury was the year later, 1999, it was a whole different experience it was just me and a mate from college. We got there and paid a scally £10 each to squeeze dangerously through a gap in the iron wall that he had wretched open with a crow bar, I was pretty freaked out as I squeezed through as if the crow bar came out I would get squashed and arrested, but there was no wimping out because I had thrown my bag over the fence. We got through and I thought I was in, but I found out there was a Harris fence to climb over also. So I ran and clumsily throw myself over that too, I realised the the local news were filming us so we ran. My parents had moved to Glastonbury town that year and I found out, when I got home, that my mother and sister had seen the back of me on the news running away from the fence, they knew it was me by my run. My mate and I had quite a marathon time, in complete contrast to my first we went from band to band fuelled by cider, at one point I fell asleep in the crowed in front of the then Jazz World Stage, we spent most our time trying to figure out who the band on Jazz World, I generally didn’t have a clue my friend seemed to know a lot more, I just went along with it. I do remember seeing REM, Manic Street Preachers and Kula Shaka which became one of my favourite bands of all time. 2000 I graduated and with the same friend we repeated our last experience, as it worked so well, it was a spiritual experience to watch David Bowie even though I was a bit put off by the close ups, where you could see how much makeup he was wearing. The other highlight of that year was the Asian Dub Foundation, we were kicking up the mud. After a fallow year I had moved into Glastonbury Town with my parents coming back from working a year in New Zealand as a tv editor, I had got involved with the local Somerset Film and Video people in Bridgewater and they put me on one of the crews filming for Julian Temples film ‘Glastonbury’ that was a blast walking around capturing the madness and interviewing people. The next year on I had made friends with Tara who runs the Tipi field, which was and still is an extension of Glastonbury town at the festival. So for many years I was part of the tipi field crew living in various ‘live in vehicles’ and tipis over they years, I loved to hang out with my old friend Adrian Beckingham ‘the man from story mountain’ in his painted tipi, we spent most our time in the smaller stages like Sunbird’s Eartheart Cafe and Pony’s Small World stage.Over the last few years my work as tour guide and operator has clashed with the festival, I’ve been one of those stuck in the traffic. I couldn’t miss the Rolling Stones in 2013 though, so my wife Julie, dog Nettle and I had this plan to sit on a hill overlooking the festival and watch them, we parked up and walked as far as we could sat in a field over looking the festival and we herd them start up in the distance. We got questioned a few times but we were left alone, sadly we couldn’t see the stage, so I got my phone out and we watched it live on the BBC. Last year I was back in the tipi field being one of four holding the opening, closing and daily ceremony’s, it was a great honour. I was invited back for this year but then we were hit by some strange plague, but I’ll be there next year for the 50th doing ceremony in the tipi field. Come and say hi. I hope to be holding that role for the rest of my life, if not that I’ll be there and find some way in to help hold the magic.” Cover photo by Zeena Mozzaic” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606483539805-5U3X78HHL3PMXRV9K3KI/Kyle+Harrison.jpg Archive - My Glastonbury Story - Kyle Harrison “Going to Glastonbury has been a huge part of my life, a large majority of my family and family friends have been apart of this festival for years! And like many I know I have my nan to thank for that, Glastonbury is a welcoming place for people of all walks of life. I cant wait to go next year and for many years to come. Thankyou to my nan and everyone else who helps the festival run, from the litter pickers to the site managers. See you soon.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606483961202-80SQ4707WA3DDVFMN15R/Janetta-1.jpg Archive - My Glastonbury Story - Janetta Morton “I first took my daughter to the Festival in 1998 as she was rising 5. She is going to be 27 this year, her Birthday being 29th June it's like a huge party every year for her. Although the 29th fell on a very muddy Monday leaving day in 1998 and she remembers being carried by a stranger as we struggled out to my old converted ambulance. She opened her presents in a layby on the A303 on our way home. We came to live in the West country in 2001 and got smuggled into the festival under blankets in the back of an old fire truck belonging to the swing boat guy and my partner worked as a DJ in the bar solar in the Avalon field. I started going as an astrologer with the wheel of Astrologers back in 2003/4 can’t quite remember! We are a collective of professional astrologers who offer readings and workshops in the green futures field. Some of us camp in Undle ground which used to be the old travellers field. It’s full of old timers and the crew that manage the traffic and steward the cross roads where the main drag through the green fields meets the railway line. I adore Glastonbury festival, just up the road from the Town of the same name where I live. Most of my friends work the festival, the whole Tipi field is full of them. The astrologers are like family and our camp is luxury. With a communal fire and all our kids growing up year on year having adventures. I almost cannot separate one festival from another its one long memory stream of sunshine, heat, thunder storms, deluges, mud and wellies and dancing and outrageous outfits and music, theatre, comedy, high emotion, sometimes tears and fears, sometimes laughter and ecstatic highs. But always the fire, the tribe, family and love in the light of a rising Sun over the best most beloved festival in the World. I shall miss it and celebrating my girls 27th there this year.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606484113766-DUYYNU3OKLHZNAZZUDH3/Jen+Wiseman-1.jpg Archive - My Glastonbury Story - Jen Wiseman “I don't know what year! Jonny is a legend! He has been since 2003 I think? He is an indie kid! He leaves his wellies home EVERY YEAR! So then we have to queue (or he does - I'm in a beer tent). He nicks aviators off Richard (the hairy one). He's always disorganized chaos! He loses his ticket! He loses everything! Sometimes it's payday at Glastonbury and he buys all the drinks and then regrets it! He forgets the tent poles! He turns up on a Thursday at night because he's failed to organise himself! So then he has to carry his shit all night because we are not going back until 2am Best turn up ever- 2017? R had a movie on in the Groovy Movie - Jonny found us, in white trainers, with his stuff, stacked it in the mud! Oh how we laughed ” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606484287853-I80O9ALZGGF2R7VHTKEE/JOE-12.jpg Archive - My Glastonbury Story - Joe Greenwood-Hau “I first went to the festival in 2007, the summer after I finished my undergraduate degree, hoping to have some fun after the stress of my dissertation and final exams. Unfortunately, I was not ready for the experience and found it difficult to relax and enjoy my time there. Getting into the right mindset for something like Glastonbury comes more easily to some people than others, and I struggle with it. The past few years had been particularly stressful because a close relative with chronic mental health issues had been hospitalised after suicide attempts on two occasions whilst I was at university. I had never really processed these experiences and just returned to my studies one or two days after visiting the hospital on each occasion, perhaps as a way to avoid the grief. Additionally, at the end of my degree I was infatuated with one of my fellow students, who also went to the festival, but the feeling was not mutual. On top of that, I volunteered for Oxfam, which felt like a big responsibility and meant that I often went to bed early (missing out on great experiences) in order to be ready for my shift. Also, it rained a lot. So, I saw lots of great bands and comedians but was always drenched and covered in mud. I did not find that enjoyable, and came away with the view that the considerable expense would have been better spent on going to gigs (followed by sleeping in my own bed and enjoying a warm shower in the morning). I found the prices of many things on site (e.g. food and drink) to be offensively high and a source of additional stress given that I am from a poor family without savings or resources to fall back on, and had very limited money at the end of my degree. Indeed, I still think that the cost of the festival is prohibitive, exclusionary and, therefore, politically questionable. Still, that's not the end of the story. A few months short of ten years later, as I was approaching the end of my PhD, some friends who were planning to go to the festival in 2017 emailed to see if I was interested. I'd always regretted not enjoying it in 2007, and felt my circumstances were much better: in a happy long-term relationship with my now wife, Katie, slightly more financially secure, and with the prospect of finishing my PhD (which was a difficult experience but ultimately rewarding) worthy of celebration. So, I seized the opportunity! Fortunately, by the time the festival rolled around I was in full-time employment so had some money to spare and could properly throw myself into the experience. Most importantly, I went with an absolutely lovely bunch of friends: Ric, Alys, Sarah, Adam, and Sophie. The evidence is the photos, which speak for themselves! I'm so glad that I gave it a second try, and would certainly consider going again in future.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606487722980-RU09IE8C9ZKGAR43OQUR/Lys-4.jpg Archive - My Glastonbury Story - Lys Wild “It was funny to realise that considering I have been going to Pilton aka Glastonbury festival since I was 22, I have very few photos. The illusionary world that is the festival, set up year after year only to disappear again in a few short weeks, has it seems stayed firmly in my memories and not my photo collection. On one year very early on, I somehow managed to walk through the gate without a ticket, to this day I have no idea how I managed it. Somehow I seemed to become invisible to the security. But then such is the magic of the story at the festival. Another year I climbed over the fence with my friend who firmly believed a bin liner, gaffa tap and a bit of string were all she needed to survive there. I think she had a good time! In fact, that was the year the fence came down and the festival was utterly packed. I remember feeling like a sardine in a tin every time I ventured out and not going beyond the railway track into so called Babylon beyond. Another year I dressed up as a gypsy and sold hash flapjacks in the stone circle, and got the recipe wrong though, they were far too strong, it all turned into a bit of a disaster. Then there was the vodka jelly year! That was hilarious, with my friend Seano using his inimitable Irish charm to make a mini fortune. In the early years I was also a part of the whirly gig crew and helped set up and run the show, camping was at that time rough and ready and very hedonistic. I had by that time become more of a purist and would head up to the healing field to do some yoga each day. On one particular morning I arrived at the yoga tent only to find that the teacher hadn’t showed up. A group of people were gathered and chatting about what to do. I had a daily yoga practice of about 2 or 3 years and so I offered to run through the sun salutation that I did each morning. I was a bit nervous, but it seemed to go ok and I had fun. As I was leaving, a man came up to me and introduced himself as Jacob. Turns out he ran the field. He said I could come there and teach yoga the next year. He put me in touch with Wendy Teasdil and so the healing field became my Pilton home and has been ever since. Each year I go now, I set up my bell tent equipt with burner in the air circle in the healing field and offer shiatsu and yoga, it’s such a great place to be at the festival and I have had some wonderful times in that field. My most enduring memory though, aside from the amazing bands, circus performances and general shenanigans was from the year that Michael Eavis lost his wife. I went out on the Saturday night with my then boyfriend who was a djembe drummer to dance around a fire to the drumming group that had congregated in the field that used to be the tipi field adjacent to Undle ground. I was the only dancer that night and as they drummed I got lost in my dance to the fire. I guess everyone else was out at the big stages, it was quiet on the field aside from the thump of the drums behind me. At one point I looked up and saw a man put a chair just in the shadows and sit to watch us. The drumming concluded and off we went. The next day I was doing some yoga in the craft field, in a standing wide leg forward fold pose. I was looking at people from my upside down perspective and noting how many of them seemed grounded, when I spotted a man walking so gently and fluidly on the ground. He seemed to sink into the earth with every step, contemplative and kind in his manner and look. I stood up out of the pose and turned away, the next thing I know the same man had come up to me. He took my hand and said, ‘your dancing last night really gave me some peace. You are always welcome at this festival, thank you for what you bring’ I was speechless and open mouthed and a little confused, until a friend touched me on the shoulder and said ‘that was Michael Eavis, he lost his wife this year.’ What a blessing. You see Glastonbury festival is so much more than the hedonistic beast that it’s been listed as. Sure it has that potential and there are elements of this crazy side but each year has brought me the most amazing gifts and blessings. Its set me on my yoga teaching path, given me a space to develop my shiatsu. Somewhere that you can watch a group of African acrobats create a human pyramid, see the most incredible music and be blessed by the Dalai Lama all in one day. It’s a place that the wider alternative community comes together to connect and be inspiring. And mainstream people can find something life changing. Youngsters can discover their individuality. People can find profound healing, or love or new friends. The magical illusionary city in the fields that is Glastonbury is a very special place to me and to many others.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/667a5812-cdd7-44d6-894f-b16061695c3d/Adrian+Beckingham_The+Man+from+Story+Mountain+Glastonbury+Festival+Earth+Tales.jpg Archive - My Glastonbury Story - Adrian Beckingham “The first time I ever heard the name Facebook, it was down the phone from my best friend Tor Webster (you can also see his story here as part of this project) “Hey bro!” he chimed enthusiastically down the phone, “Glastonbury Festival are using a photo of your tipi as their Facebook profile picture!” “Face what?” I said. I took a look online. There was an image of my painted tipi, with my then very young twin daughters dancing around in front wearing in fairy dresses. This remained the official Glastonbury Festival Facebook profile image for some years to come. Not some global star picked from their burgeoning stable of guests – my tipi. That’s Glastonbury Festival for you – a community. This must have been in 2005 or soon after. I only know this because I can Google when Facebook first arrived in the UK. Any other dates regarding the festival have become a blur, except for the first year I went - which was 1993. 1993 was the first summer I was living back in the UK, having left at the age of 3 on an ocean liner for Australia. So I didn’t waste any time getting involved in Europe’s largest festival! Glastonbury was my first festival ever. Nothing like leaping off the deep end is there? I first heard of Glastonbury the town (not Glastonbury the festival) as a teenager reading the novel ‘The Mists of Avalon’ by Marion Zimmer Bradley. It is a testament to just how much that novel influenced me at that tender age, that having not thought of it in decades, I can instantly recall the author’s name right off the top of my head. Recalling is not usually my best of talents – unless it comes to stories. At the time I read that book, the notion it portrayed of Glastonbury and the enchanted Isle of Avalon was really my first step into mythology. I had little idea at the time that mythologies would become not just my bread and butter, but the central core of my lifestyle as a devoted single father and touring performer. It was fatherhood that stopped me in my tracks to live in the UK. Previous to this, I had been campaigning to close a dodgy nuclear reactor called Trojan which was built right on top of the world’s largest earthquake fault line - the San Andreas Fault in the United States; prior to this, I was a national coordinator of Greenpeace Australia. I had spearheaded campaigns that successfully turned back the entire Japanese whaling fleet one, among other stories. All this fitted in perfectly with the hippy ethos of Glastonbury the town – as well as Glastonbury the festival. When I heard that my new home in Dorset was a stone’s throw from this legendary site, I was keen to get involved. I contacted the festival organisers as a nobody, and got myself and my pregnant partner tickets in return for me helping to steward at a ticket entrance. I worked three shifts of eight hours each. That first year as a festival virgin, I must have heard every blag under the sun as one after the next punters tried their luck with me, hoping to talk their way ticketless through the gates. My team leader instructed “If you believe them, let them through. If you don’t -they can’t come in.” Having never been to a festival before, the exploding creative talent that oozed from every corner of the expansive fields below an army of gaily blowing flags, really opened my eyes to a new world of possibilities in the arts. This was despite there being limited time to explore. After all, I was balancing work with trying to care for my pregnant partner (carrying my son Sage who has like myself never missed a single Glastonbury since that time - although I cannot claim his privilege of having been to every Glastonbury Festival in his lifetime, including in the womb!) My first time down at the Pyramid Stage I was mightily impressed to see banners flying for Greenpeace and WaterAid – this instantly felt like home, my tribe! I can remember those years when we would turn up and park in the public car parks, and having found a suitable site for our tent, I would march backwards and forwards between campsite and carpark, often loading our piles of gear onto whichever unlucky pram we happened to have at the time. More than once the pram after several routes up and down would give up its ghost and lose a wheel, leaving me to carry the rest of our kit by hand. With a growing family – expanding to four children (including twins), the mountains of ‘stuff’ seemed relentless. The prams may have given up, by I never did. Far from giving up, Glastonbury was for me a crucial melting pot in which my own expression through the arts grew - not only as an audience member, but as a performer. By my Glastonbury Festival number 2 I was no longer a steward on the gates. I earnt my ticket (actually OUR tickets) telling stories to entertain the Litterpicking Crew on their private campsite. It was leaving this field that I one day saw a rainbow and the name Iris came into my mind – looking this name up (in a dictionary – this was long before Google) I saw it was the name ancient Greeks gave to the Rainbow Goddess of Peace. This became the name of our eldest daughter. Glastonbury Festival did not begin my unexpected career as a storyteller – this began in Portland Castle. But it was very instrumental. Having been looking for paid work while living in Dorset, I stumbled upon a storyteller by the name of David James, an elderly fellow who picked me out of a crowd and became my first storytelling mentor. I was a reluctant student, having avoided any interaction with active drama like the plague. But it won through, and once I had done several castles for English Heritage, I decided to try getting entry to festivals and summer camps for my family, in return for a modest fee and some storytelling. I picked up a leaflet which spread out wide like a map, called the Campscene Directroy. Most older festival folk will remember this publication, it was a free handout available at many UK health food shops etc. I contacted every single phone number in that long list, offering my services – but only one responded. It was from Sid Rawle, who had been instrumental in the very first ever Glastonbury Festival. According to Sid, the first every festival was one year before the official one – a gathering of hippies in a field at Worthy Farm. Sid had parked up in his caravan, Michael Eavis attended, as Sid used his caravan stove to cook snacks and brew hot drinks. Thus Glastonbury was born. When I rang around those few hundred phone numbers offering to storytell at camps, only Sid responded – hiring me for £100 to perform at his Rainbow 2000 camp. This would have been in 1994, and set me in good stead to have the confidence to storytell also at Glastonbury. This was in the days when storytelling was almost a dead art – whenever people asked “what do you do?” I would say “I am a storyteller.” The common response was “What is that?” “Pretty much as it says on the tin” I would reply. As storytelling has grown, that question has disappeared. I was honoured to be a good friend with Sid, indeed I had his last supper with him. Literally, I had turned up at the end of a long summer tour, to say hi the Rainbow 2000 crew. They needed someone to pull down their tipis. I offered to do it, alone, and Sid afterwards asked me to share lunch with him in the camp café. Following a friendly catch up chat, I left the site. Sid left the café, picked up a mallet to dismantle a marque, and fell flat on his back with a heart attack. The Observer published his obituary under the title “King of The Hippies” noting his legendary role “giving away food at the 1971 ‘Glastonbury Fayre’. One particularly muddy year 1997 or 1998 as these were both very wet I heard word during packdown at the end that a tipi was for sale. I was keen for a tipi as a storytelling venue. It was a brown wet mass covered in mud. The only way I could retrieve it was to collect my old car from the public carpark and risk the drive through a quagmire of bogged down vehicles and slippery tracks. I went for it. This was the first time I was allowed to drive a vehicle on site – something which would now become my privilege every year. I had no idea that this tipi was entirely painted in native American designs until I got it home and washed the entire canvas off. What a find! Then some years later, with my tipi up in the Tipi Field, a Blackfoot Native American woman entered it and said “This is a Blackfoot design tipi. And because it is all painted, it is called a ‘medicine lodge’ and should be used for storytelling. The medicine is in the stories.” A perfect match? That is what Glastonbury Festival has always been to me. No matter how many times I go, it never loses its fascination. It is even part of the fabric of my children’s lives, all now adults who know the site like the back of their hands. As the festival usually falls on the same weekend as Father’s Day we have a family tradition-to meet near the Tiny Tea Tent and grab a pizza as my Fathers’ Day treat at 1pm. It was, as any parent will grasp, a chance to touch base with all four of my offspring, to make sure they were happy and well in this jungle of activity that is Glastonbury Festival. Though this is a junglewhere we were indigenous , having been so many times. Oft at other times during the five days of celebration I would go with my brood and find quiet moments in Sacred Space or Green Futures with a favourite being just down the lane in the fabulous Circus tent, watching ground breaking trapeze and rope work. This tradition carried on as soon it was my grandchild I would take here instead! Like any familiar town or city centre – you know where every shop and entertainment venue is, every favourite café or set of public loos. Across the vast site, the same structures appear in the same place year in year out – with always a few changes, like a shop changing hands in your local high street. I have been crew as a storyteller for the Litterpickers crew area, for the Poetry & Words tent, Kids Field, Healing Field and in Green Futures - but for over a decade now you can find me pitched as Master Storyteller in the Tipi Field, right behind the large totem pole. And as for music? What band have I not seen who used to be a pin up in my bedroom as a teenager myself? Favourites? The hypnotic David Bowie, flying in to sing with laryngitis while his 9 month pregnant wife waited back in the USA; the impressive Bruce Springsteen – only act I ever saw walk the entire front bar in the front row; enforcing his name as The Boss; Rogers Waters blew me away; Pet Shop Boys had the most amazing troupe of dancers with a set of giant building block; my wildcard favourite was Cyndi Lauper who played a Sunday night and after all sound systems closed, sat there with her legs off the stage and played us an intimate set of old favourites and little known songs. Has covid brought an end to this era spanning just under 50 years (actually it IS 50 years if you count the first Glastonbury Fayre!). Only time, and change, will tell….” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606562636470-KCUTJX6MWQQQURUF11LB/Lys-4.jpg Archive - My Glastonbury Story - Bruce knight “My first festival was 1990. I was a teenager just going to watch some bands. I discovered amazing people, a celebration of life itself and a feeling of freedom. I had no idea how this festival would change my life. It took me 3 days to get home that first year. I left the site in a hurry, in the back of a van full of people I didn’t know. A pitched battle was going on between travellers and security, stuff was on fire. It was saddening to witness after the beautiful days I’d just had, days that definitely changed my view of life. The Festival also changed a lot in the following years. During a rainstorm, in the mud fest of 1998, me and my girlfriend ran into the Circus Big Top to take cover. That’s when it happened. I fell in love, with Circus and Theatre. I remember watching one particular act, a man dancing in the air, doing tricks on a trapeze and I thought, “I wish I could do that. I’d love to do that.” Back in daily life, I started spending every spare moment, and every penny I had, on learning aerial circus skills, acting, dance, clowning classes and workshops. In 2002 my wish came true. That year I performed for the first time at Glastonbury, on trapeze, in the very same Big Top where I had watched and dreamed. It was mind blowing and overwhelming. At the time I couldn’t imagine doing anything better, but it was just the beginning. As part of the Swinging Elvises, a tongue in cheek tribute trapeze act, I became one of many regular performers in the Lost Vagueness Casino & Ballroom. I loved it. Lost Vagueness was like Bugsy Malone meets Bacchanalia; a glitter packed, dressing up, wild rumpus where everyone became part of the show. One year the Elvises were the warm up act for Fat Boy Slim’s “secret” gig in the Ballroom. Nearly the whole of Glastonbury turned up. People couldn’t get in the field, let alone the tent, it was so packed. Lost Vagueness, was always brilliantly chaotic and hilarious, no matter how many hours of organisation went into it. It eventually came to an end, but, in my humble opinion, it changed the course of festival history and inspired all sorts of theatre and pop culture. I went on to do various work in the Circus & Theatre Fields. It was great but I missed those amazing vagueness nights. Again, I couldn’t imagine doing anything better. Then in 2008 I started working with a new theatre company, Copperdollar. Copperdollar became the most incredible arts project I’ve ever been part of. The Artistic Director, Katie Simpson, had been involved with Lost Vagueness and knew the many magic tricks needed to create a great festival venue. Copperdollar’s ‘Back of Beyond,’ a late night fully interactive venue based on the Mexican Day of the Dead, became a regular feature at Glastonbury, in ‘The Common,’ up until 2017. More than 30 cast and crew, would run the show, all in character, for six hours solid every night and we loved it! It was one big amazing circus family. The Back of Beyond was theatre at it’s best and the best party I’ve ever been to, all in one. More than a show, it was a non stop night of surprises and the audience were actively encouraged to become part of it. Words cannot do it justice. I have so many hilarious, beautiful, magic, messy and treasured memories thanks to the greatest arts festival in the world. I shall forever be there in spirit. Thank you Glastonbury and the Eavis family. Congratulations on your 50th! Glastonbury has the ability to open people up to possibility. When it returns it will undoubtedly continue to be a life changing event for many, many people. May the story never end…” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/5ce89b71-d0d6-42bb-ac19-46b2f6174c90/Guy+Hornsby-3.jpg Archive - My Glastonbury Story - Guy Hornsby “When I think of my best mate Tom Jenkins, he IS my Glastonbury story, really. I've been to the festival in 2004 & 5 then 2013, 2015 and 2016, and I have so many amazing memories of emotional sets and muddy expeditions with a cast of festival legends including Mel, Paolo, Tayo, and so many more. But it was Tom that was there every time, because he's been every year for the past 25... A proper pro. I already knew him well from playing records and dancing across London in the early 00s, and we often got each other into (the best sort of) trouble. But Glastonbury was a massive playground for us! On my first visit in the biblical 2004, he sprayed my head with paint in the Friday afternoon sunshine at the Pyramid, only to pronounce it was car paint and took days to properly come off. He fell through the bar in the Lock Tavern. We got very lost in Lost Vagueness. And we saw the sunrise most mornings at the Stone Circle with a cast of thousands. We survived the deluge of 2005, just, but its floating tents and lakes of mud scarred me enough to mean it was 8 years before I returned, however much fun we may have had along the way. In 2013 we spent a LOT of the festival drinking extra strong cider and ending up in the wonderful vortex of Beat Hotel in dressing gowns and slippers until chucking out time (we blame Giles), only to wake up in pieces then do the same all over again. 5 days running. We shrugged at the Stones, so far back we could barely hear, and wished we'd seen Public Enemy instead. But then most of the best fun was at West Holts and the dance stages those years. As it often was. And in 2015 & 16 I spent two amazing weeks working with him at the Glade, with some of the loveliest people you could ever hope to met. It's such a family there, and being part of it raised the experience to another level. We even got to DJ together - as our rave outfit SonOfBangers (see pic) - so even my parents finally recognised somewhere I played after 18 years trying to convince them I was - sometimes - a DJ! He was there when I cried my way through LCD Soundsystem at the Other Stage in 2016. He pitched my tent for me before I arrived and made sure every one of the crew knew who I was. We drowned our sorrows at Casetteboy and DJ Rubbish together after we woke up to the Brexit vote in 2016. Away from the farm, he even flew in DJ at my wedding despite not living in the country at that point. In the end, I can't imagine being on the farm without him chuckling within earshot, even though he now lives in Ibiza and I moved to Manchester since our last time there together. We were due to reunite at the Glade last year and this but Covid did for that of course. Somehow, I know the tides will reunite us under the spider at Arcadia in 2022. I can't wait. It'll be the best of times.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/e095fcd8-336e-4282-a195-4af0a924d9b5/Elizabeth+Burchill-Beardie+and+Blondie+Glasto+2019+full+Kylie.jpg Archive - My Glastonbury Story - Elizabeth Burchill “Mike and I met at Glastonbury 2015. Sunday night at the Rabbit Hole. I remember Mark Ronson played a secret set about 2am. I was there with Emma. Mike was there with a big group of boys. Em and I are both pretty small and it was busy and were getting jostled a bit while trying to dance. The group of boys near us felt sorry for us (or maybe fancied us) and invited us to join their group. And that's when I got chatting to David, Mike's best mate. They were seasoned Glasto goers, all having been 10+ times. We ended up dancing with Mike, David and their other friend Kevin til the Rabbit Hole closed, then we wandered down to a bench and watched the sun come up. Total Glasto moment. At some point during the night, we clearly all became 'Facebook friends'. Em and I left to get the bus back to Edinburgh about 6am, and Mike, David and Kev went back to London. And that was that. To be honest, the next day, I couldn't even remember which one was Kevin and which one was Mike!! Fast forward a year. Glasto 2016. The year it rained! Em and I had tickets again. About a week before, Mike messages me to say that he and David were going again, and it would be good to meet up. Em and I thought we were pretty cool now, having friends we meet up with at Glasto...!! We met up for LCD Soundsystem and then, of course, it was Sunday night at the Rabbit Hole. This year we swapped telephone numbers. Then once again, Emma and I left and went back to Edinburgh and they went back to London. Fast forward a year. Glasto 2017. Emma is pregnant and she doesn't think she'll be up for late night partying! So, I message Mike and ask if I can party with him and David after Emma goes to bed? His answer, of course! The four of us actually end up hanging out quite a lot that weekend, seeing bands during the day, getting food together, and when Emma headed to bed about 11pm each night, I would hunt the boys down and the three of us would head to Shang-ri-la or Arcadia or Glade. A few weeks before Glastonbury, I'd been offered a new job which was 50% Edinburgh and 50% London starting in the July. I didn't have any friends in London, so I asked Mike and David if I could be their friend and hang out with them sometimes when I was down... After another Sunday night down the Rabbit Hole, Emma and I headed back to Edinburgh and they back to London, this time promising we'd see each other soon (especially as 2018 was to be fallow). I started my new job, and started meeting up with Mike and David when I was in London; then one fateful night, David couldn't make it. Mike and I had never spent any time alone...turns out we quite liked each other... and the rest is history! We did long distance for two years, between Edinburgh and London, but now live together in Edinburgh. There was no Glasto in 2018, but in 2019 we were there together, ending the weekend at the Rabbit Hole, of course (although it moved so not quite the same). My first birthday after we got together, Mike bought me a Rabbit Hole t-shirt. And we have the Glasto 2015 poster framed on the wall in our home together. Glastonbury is the most magical place, and it's even more magical for us because it'll always be the start of our story. We hope we're still going when we're 80! Attached are some (fairly grainy) shots of us over the years from our first meeting to Glasto 2019! We don't have tickets for 2022 but have our fingers crossed for the resale! Thanks Mike & Liz aka Beardie & Blondie xx” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606397656574-JZMZJNHOSX5JDLUGO2BD/Venetia+Dearden-1.jpg Archive - My Glastonbury Story https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606399222569-DOXX0YW0F9H5ZBDT1ACN/Rosanna+Rose-13.jpg Archive - My Glastonbury Story https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606400393919-1HFTIPBQRD62OZSOSS1X/John+Firth-IMG_2683.jpg Archive - My Glastonbury Story https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606412792225-ZLZMFZH3L8ULK2JUKG6U/Dasha_BROOKLYN-5.jpg Archive - My Glastonbury Story https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606562401499-81MDRCX7HQLBYZ7A1MFA/Bruce+Knight-7.jpg Archive - My Glastonbury Story https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/55c43091-d03d-4d74-89e7-7b097c712ec9/Guy+Hornsby-1.jpg Archive - My Glastonbury Story https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606397649765-SSFPTDG459KIM8VBJAU2/Venetia+Dearden-3.jpg Archive - 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In later years he joined the Astrologers and worked as security. He was an amazing artist and musician. He knew many people and I expect many will know him. This is what Glastonbury means to me, I have never been, but then with his memories I don't need to anymore. RIP Wayne Forever in our hearts and memories. Your loving sister Andrea” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606485900060-CAY3OYPWBVL5ZEHUMQ84/Sian+Davey-1.jpg Archive - Tributes - Sian Davey “My first Glastonbury. I was 24 living in Bristol. I caught the train and hung out with a bunch of people on there, one of them gave me 2 strawberry acid tabs. I think I was fairly green at the time because I didn't know what they were. Arriving at the festival I was with a crew from Bristol, I didn't know them that well so I was determined to find Paddy. This was pre - mobile phone days so I sign posted religiously the whole site, everywhere. The notes wrote 'meet me here on the hour.' I still have one of those handwritten notes. I walked and walked miles posting these up. It was typically torrential rain and my boots kept being sucked up into the sticky mud - and then I tore the anterior muscle in my shin. It was painful, but love is a determined thing. At 1pm i went to the meeting place the Red Cross Tent notice board not imagining that he would be there. But he was. He was there. I hugged his friend Yvonne who had found my note and Paddy and I went off to the festival. I pulled out the strawberry acid tab and we took them. I remember so clearly I had no idea what I was taking. But what followed was the funniest 24 hours of my life. We didn’t stop laughing. Paddy would say to me don't speak to anyone because it won't sound like you think it will. So we arrived in the cinema field and I asked if there was room for me on the bench and I was told there wasn't one.. and so on. We went to the travellers party at the back of the site and I was enveloped in gooey, warm, soft pink marshmallow. We became the most perfect party companions ever. Paddy and I separated 4 years later. Two years ago I went to see him in his hospital bed for the last time, he had a brain tumour. He died that week. That muscle injury still hurts like hell at times and I'm always transported back to that exquisite weekend with my first true love. ” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606485680543-89WHV6ZJZL4HHY48FFID/Tracy+Harrison-2.jpg Archive - Tributes https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606485680719-9OHP4GAOXTZ04UXLQUTG/Tracy+Harrison-3.jpg Archive - Tributes https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606485679698-0I78HWD01CJRC0RPV7O0/Tracy+Harrison-5.jpg Archive - Tributes https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606485682032-8MEAEVI5ECT9NTWCY08Y/Tracy+Harrison-6.jpg Archive - Tributes https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606485682594-F7HQVDOUSKA52QS2B5C4/Tracy+Harrison-7.jpg Archive - Tributes https://www.myglastonburystory.com/archive/glastonbury2020 monthly 0.5 2020-11-27 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606396656688-I9YVLQICL74CQVEHGF7C/2020+lockdown+Miranda+Millen.jpg Archive - Lockdown Glastonbury 2020 - Miranda Millen, 2020 "Glastonbury 2020 would’ve been my 35 birthday party. I decided to go for the first time in several years, I haven’t attended since 2014 because I’ve been busy getting married (June 2015) and having children. I think I must’ve missed around ten festivals (plus fallow years) since I was born there in 1985. My parents had been caught up in the Battle of the Beanfield and ended up at ‘Pilton Pop’ festival with their bus, where I was born on Sunday 23rd June in Undle Ground field. We lived on a bus for several years after eventually settling in the town of Glastonbury. So the festival has always been our local festival, it feels like a second home. My parents worked on site for many years so we’d pull on weeks before hand and a posse of site kids and I would have the run of the site. I remember very clearly the piles of wood along the train track and the smell of wet wood after the rain, when we’d climb underneath to make ‘dens’. I remember collecting bits of flint with quartz in and setting up a makeshift stall on the ‘main drag’ and selling my ‘crystals’ to punters passing by, probably because I looked cute (aged 4 or 5?) rather than the quality of the product! This money would keep me in sweets and face paint for the day. A site kid always knows how to make money, we were pretty much feral. I think this time has become romanticised in my mind and I have less vivid memories of later years as a teenager and adult. So with no festival this year I feel the same sense of loss and longing that I feel every year that I’m not there, but this time it’s not tinged with envy but with an absence akin to the loss of an old friend. It’s difficult not to imagine where I’d be and what I’d be doing on site over this weekend. But we’ve been making the most of the time going to local beauty spots. This photo was taken yesterday (Friday) at Tarr Steps in Exmoor National Park. It’s relevant because the first time I ate Watermelon and liked it was at Glastonbury in the early 2000s. On a sweltering day sat at the stone circle, and being very dehydrated due to the antics of the previous night, someone bought me some watermelon from a man with a wheelbarrow full of slices. It was probably the most delicious and satisfying thing I’ve ever tasted" https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606396783273-OWCYB1DDOUG93YJPYIU9/2020+Lockdown+Beth+Walker.jpg Archive - Lockdown Glastonbury 2020 - Beth Walker, 2020 "So we just had the best gate crew catch up, today we would normally all be together in a field, so got together anyway" https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f5c79f16907c141aef0c58c/1606396908124-MF5HNGAV4VZRY20LAF2Z/2020+lockdown+Jamie+Smith.jpg Archive - Lockdown Glastonbury 2020 - Jamie Smith, 2020 "There’ll, always be 3 Glastonbury’s that I remember; the muddy one, the hot one and the one I watched on TV"