Showing posts with label #glastonbury. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #glastonbury. Show all posts

Tuesday, 27 June 2017

Glastonbury not so Greatness


What a weekend of challenge and tears it has been this weekend, the weekend of Glastonbury when I should be frolicking in a field, covered in glitter in a spangly happy state, instead I found myself in front of a tv huffing and puffing at not being there. I took myself to bed Saturday to have a serious word with myself as I was not a happy Claire.

My journey with Glastonbury ticket buying has been so varied from 2002 – 2013 it changed every year, some years difficult, some easy, some hilarious but without fail I always managed to secure my space for the world’s best festival.  I remember buying my first ticket in 2002 from a local record shop in Glastonbury, I rang them, ordered 8 tickets and that was that. One year it took us 36hrs to get tickets, me and my friends took sleep shift patterns so there was always someone online, we succeeded and all attended for another year of fun and frolics. I worked one year and the ticket turned up in the pose in an explosion of glitter. Then another year I thought I would be away travelling however plans changed so I bought a ticket of ebay of the local milkman and was driven straight into the festival (only to find my friend working the gate as I walked up to show my overpriced piece of paper). It has been many years of lots of challenging Sunday’s – I think one year they went on sale at 11pm Saturday night but it’s always been filled with anxiety and excitement knowing if you win then it’s all worthwhile.

After much deliberation, we decided to take a year out in 2014 to go travelling, we were nearly flying back just for Glastonbury but realised how silly that was. I don’t know if this has been our eternal fate as since then our luck has gone downhill and two years we have missed out on tickets, we attended a wedding in 2016 so we were in a field celebrating which made up for it. 2015 and 17 have been our unsuccessful years and it has been a challenge. It hits a part of the soul that ignites the missing out feeling and watching bands you LOVE when live music is such a big part of your way then it’s a double whammy of gut wrenching sadness.


We had a whatsapp group with other friends to survive the weekend and kept our contact limited to friends there experiencing there first/second Glastonbury. I am sure there are plenty of you out there who has experienced the same or similar feeling so what is my next plan. Well I am in the midst of making one, to ensure ticket purchasing becomes less painful and trying to find a way in for life (easier said than done, hey). 

A selection of over the years shots....

2013

2013

2011

2010

2009

2008
2007

2002/2003

2002/2003




Saturday, 20 July 2013

2013 in the Field of Dreams

2013 in the field of dreams as always I was excited as excited could be, drowning the facebook with favourite artists, bursts of, memories of times before and pictures of Glastonbury’s past, those 5 days of turmoil and ecstasy in the muddy fields of Somerset always bring a bout of joy to my being and makes me feel alive and at one with who I am, life outside the fence is forgetting and it’s just about happy faces, a lot of love and some beautiful music new and old.

This year was to be my tenth year in the fields and I hoped one of the best, I started going to Glastonbury in 2002 and since then I have defiantly had a world of different experiences at each and every Glastonbury festival, from the first years of partying all day and night, years where I have sulked off to bed straight after the bands,  2008 not buying my ticket till the week before, one year I worked in the Kidz field (which was so fun), to this year when I managed to entice my parents along to experience what we all kept talking about.
The main thing that did feel different this year was our group, a number of people had decided not to attend the festival this year due to other commitments or feeling the festival had changed and was not the same as it once had been. My debate back around this is that it has changed but have we not also? I know when I went in 2002 I am definitely not the same person or have the same values as the 19yr old girl roaming the fields back then. People change as do festivals and now I do see younger people there but is that not just because I am older? When 19 why would I have noticed the younger folk, that was me and I imagine there were 30yr olds looking at me thinking similar about young people influxing the festival scene. There has been times when I have questioned a certain act or a headline slot but its Glastonbury and for me it’s not just about the music it’s about the whole experience, friends, creative, new music, old music, bumbling, theatre, workshops, beauty, carefree beliefs, learning, charity and most of all finding something new every time I go. People laugh at my some say obsession, I say love of Glastonbury but for me it’s a place that brings me calm and peace and allows 250,000 people to be who they want to be for one weekend without rules and conduct but a vibe that truly lives of peace and love. For me Glastonbury will always be changing as will I through teenage years, twenty something years, married years, family years, we are ever changing beings so why can a festival not be? At the end of the day it’s still blooming amazing!

We arrived at our usual time of 6am to join the enjoyable bus queue of weird and wonderful people; there were 12 of us on our bus rather than the 40 that were on the coach last year. The journey was as amusing as ever with a driver that had no clue of what Glastonbury was and was very interested in what we would eat and how we would clean over the next 5 days. However amusing the journey he managed to get us to the coach park ready for the queue ahead of us. The time went quickly with smiles and laughter and a girl in love with Sam’s curls, we were luckily not too far from the front and our 6am arrival worked well. I always find it amazing when arriving into the festival and the emptiness of the fields in front, we went to Glastonbury in May 2012 for my birthday, I had always wanted to attend the festival when it was not on and it was a beautiful experience, arriving into Glastonbury was so different to how it had been when just walking around the farm, the signs were up and the stages in place, the campsite crew were directing people to fields upon fields showing people the way to set up home for 5 days. We did the marathon walk to the Park Homeground and put our camp in place, the fun day ahead of saving space and drinking cider was ahead of us, we did it, a few disputes and passive aggressive behavior but we managed to get all our camp together and pitched in a mish mash circle ready for a weekend of great times.

Mum and Ronnie were staying at B&B and came into the festival daily, it was amazing to show them the festival and even with all the worries I feel they both relaxed and were thoroughly taken back with the festival and all it has about it.

We watched a number of great acts and I feel I saw more this year then I have in many years, there was a great line up of great acts and there was always someone we all wanted to see. Some of my highlights were Daughter, Tom Tom Club, Seasick Steve, Arctic Monkeys, Mumford and Son’s and of course Rolling Stones. We came across a band called The Staves and First Aid Kit which I was sad not to see the whole sets as since coming home I have listened to both albums and thoroughly enjoyed – I guess that’s all part of the experience and hopefully they will play again in the future so I can catch them then.

I spent more time in the craft field this year than ever before, I was so happy to see Mum and Ronnie amazed by the old ways of crafting that were still about and the enjoyment in their faces as they watched the greencrafts field in full flow. We decided to make a hula hoop on the last day but sadly we got there too late and hula hoop making was closed, guess that’s one for 2015!

One of my highlights was in the theatre and circus field, Sam wanted to watch a tennis match that was occurring obviously a spoof of a tennis match, I wasn’t so sure but sitting in the sun in hysterics at the game was brilliant, even better Mum was asked to be ‘Andy Murray’s’ Mum and ran up on stage wrapping her legs round ‘Andy’ and saying how proud she was when he won the game! Brilliant! It was great to see her getting involved in the Glastonbury goodness of being you and enjoying yourself to the most.

Sam and I managed two sunrises which was incredible, I feel I have totally lacked with my sunrises the last two years but we did it this year and wow what a fun time was had. Friday we had the biggest adventure with a day of brilliant music, Arctic Monkeys to finish, Smerins Anti-Social club, block 9 dancing to Greg Wilson then stone circle for sunrise, possible the funnest night of the festival and a huge amount of dancing was had with a good group of smiling faces. Sunday was our 2nd sunrise ending with Slamboree dancing in the bimble inn, chill out tent in the Greenpeace field then stone circle sunrise.

We spent Sunday night with two surprise friends who told us they weren't coming only to surprise us on Saturday day with their ‘watch Rodriguez’ mission – a simple text arrived stating ‘woo something strange just happened, we just fell out the rabbit hole’ our brains went wondering and then a red top hot arrived and standing in front of us Ewan and Jenny – such a brilliant surprise at such a perfect time. It was amazing to see sunrise in with them both and two other lovelies also – another fantastic night to add to the Glastonbury experience – I definitely saw the highlight of early morning Sunday’s again!

I could write so much about the joy the fields had brought but it would take forever and be so many of my own thoughts being noted down which to me are amazing and to everyone else may get a bit dull. Overall thought I can honestly say 2013 runs alongside with 2008 as one of the best Glastonbury’s ever, the relaxed feeling in the air, the blissful camp crew of good friends and seeing my parents enjoy the best festival in the world.















Monday, 24 June 2013

Glastonbury Greatness.

I turned 29 and Sam and I decided to take a adventure and head to the worthiest farm to see what life is like there without the hustle and bustle of festival life. The weekend was amazing, not only did the sun come out, the campsite was incredible cute and Worthy Farm was as blissful as ever. We camped in Whooton 2.5 mile out of Pilton, from there we walked into the festival sight and with our oldskool maps in hand we found the entrance to the festival site. As we walked in we recognised the entrance as the coach parking and reminicised of rain and waiting in 2011, then the coach journey home lots sleeping festival goers and memories of another great weekend. We spent our time, walking around, sitting in front of the pyramid stage with cider in hand and working out the different fields that held corn and crops rather then wonky adults and excited children. As we made our way to the stone circle we cam across the green fields pirate boat, excitement built and i climbed aboard. The view of the pyramid stage in the background was amazing, so clear and such a different view to the one i was used to. We arrived at the stone circle and enjoyed the sunshine and relaxation, to be at the stones without thousands of people and hundreds of flares was a strange experience, it was relaxing and lovely and not the usual manicness i tend to feel when arriving there through the Glastonbury nights.













The farm still held the same feelings of excitment, merriment and warm happiness inside, it was so great to see it in its natural enviroment and the farm living and growing, normally when i leave i see such choas and ruined land and feel it must take years to repair but from what i see this weekend the crops grow, the grass is green and the cows have the best land to graize on.

Once again Glastonbury great times, roll on 2013.