Glasto 2011: Sunday (day 3)
Shift 3: 6am to 2pm
Half-dry mud is much, much harder to walk in than wet mud.
Morning shift on the last day, perhaps not surprising that the Oxfam radio traffic is all about stewards not showing up for shifts.
At last, a sunny morning!
IT’S NOT GOING TO RAIN ANY MORE!
A hot one. Feels like 2010 again.
Done aaaaaaaand DONE.
In most of the well-travelled areas the mud has dried and been pounded flat.
Cider bus, cider bus, oh cider, cider bus,
Call my baby cider bus, tell you why…
Saw (ok, heard) from afar Laura Marling on the Pyramid stage. Cute girl folk.
Saw Paul Simon on the Pyramid stage. You can be my bodyguard.
Don’t get captured.
Saw Go Team at the West Holts stage. My band cuts the record down to the bone.
The mud has reached danceable levels of dryness.
Saw Hercules and the Love Affair at the West Holts stage. Two DJs, two drag queens and an androgyne.
Saw the end of Kaiser Chiefs at the Other stage. We are the angry mob, we read the papers every day.
Saw Queens of the Stone Age at the Other stage. No-one knows.
After a good mosh, I am finished. No dancing until four in the morning this year.
Re-convene, and a lazy wander to the stone circle. One last story-swapping session. Make a few more new friends. A final hike up the hill to the Oxfield. Huddle under the gazebo until sun-up.
