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40 years ago T-Rex played here amongst 1,500 revelers who paid an entrance fee of £1 and got a free pint of milk thrown in. There have been fallow years, muddy years, very muddy years and then floods. Call it muddy waters or an oasis, each to their own in this paradise circus.
Singing along with Florence + The Machine as the sun sets, can it get any better?
Finally, The Stranglers!
Then, Snoop Dogg!
Bolshy ballerinas adding to the Glastonbury flair
Your festival personal grooming service
Getting a quick blow and dry
Work hard play hard. The new breed of Glasto nouveau riche
Old skool. Back to the festivals’ roots in style
Camping in true American style
Glastonbury native, straight out the Thunderdome
Florence Welch of Florence and the Machine, looking beautiful and flying high against the Glastonbury backdrop.
Day two is shaping up to be even more colourful than yesterday. Sunrise at the water tower…crowds are forming protests of peace through the medium of dance to celebrate this great anniversary, the festival has officially started.
With the weather forcasted as four days of constant blinding sunshine, it is set to be a Glastonbury to go down in history! It won’t be a suprise to say that the last time it didn’t rain at the festival was in 1992. Summertime in Somerset is quite different from the rest of the country.
First looks at the festival this year however are shaping up to resemble something more like “Ibiza uncovered”. Babes in bikinis wearing straw cowboy hats, and floating around on a blazing sunlit idyll…shotgunning whiskey with iced coke, instead of hot tea and Irish coffees warming the cockles of the wet Wellie-clad masses, and able to sit on the ground instead of having to engage in a civil engineering project to find a broken crate, blanks of wood and a bin bag to keep their bums dry.
Glastonbury is a always a merry location, even when the ground is a visible current. But this time, in a woozy
midsummer haze, that once a year moment of stillness where it feels like all the clocks have stopped on June, is looking to be something special.
Fingers crossed and long may the weather last.
En route from Hoxton Square to escape East London and get to Paddington Station in the west, where we catch the 8:17 train to Castle Cary. Along the way are vibrant signs of British patriotism, which seemed to do the trick yesterday in their one-nil win against Slovenia, bringing England into the semi-finals of the World Cup – Go England! Upon arriving at Paddington, throngs of festival goers queue at the station for the last leg of their journey to Glastonbury. Take a peek at the slideshow for stunning views of the Newbury Racecourse and our great British landmark, the White Horse of Wiltshire.
