Glasto stll having nightmares...

I shared a tent with these 2!

Suddenly it all makes sense!

Glastonbury 2011: what a blast!
A river of mud, equatorial heat, thousands of happy people, gruesome toilets, good food, lots to drink, fantastic chums and music.
I am sure its a marmite thing in as much as you would absolutely love it or completely loathe it - up to you to decide.
I loved it.
Even though I am not good in crowds.
Even though I had a 'Diva' tantrum over Coldplay who in hindsight didn't deserve my vitriol and neither did my chums (so very very sorry)
Even though I had to wear wellies
I loved it....even Beyonce :)

To one of the greatest weekends ever and the friends who made it such - never forgotten

Dartmoorheather

Soulmates Mike and Heaf have sent best wishes and will be playing spot someone you know even though they are cunningly disguised in a uniform of mud, hat, mud, cheesy grin and mud.

Instead of a large annoying flag we have a rather racy shark wind sock...so keep those eyes peeled as you rest comfortably quaffing the Chard.

...and yes peeing in the river is a rites of passage!

18 hours and counting.

Festivities nearly here...

With Glasto only hours away now, I am pleased to report the safe arrival of the mighty bus at casa Smith. Loading has commenced already with necessities for the beautiful ones who will be taking up court therein - whilst us lower mortals will be residing in a more traditional abode for such an event.
All is excitement and haste as we scan playlists and dream of sun.
The off springs are in the vanguard and will be setting forth at daybreak on wednesday to claim camping pitches as far as possible from us and the bus who will be joining them on site on Thursday.
Wish us well fair reader ....

Test run

Thanks to Malcolm and the Bish, the water boiler has been fixed and all running repairs completed. All that was left to do was to undertake an overnighter or two to test it all out in time for the Glasto spectacular.
So off to the jolly Gower we did trot for a couple of days of R&R. Spirits were high and the weather good as we sallied forth. Wales as ever was very welcoming despite the 40 minute queue to get into it! The bus ran well and the first camp stop for the Friday night was clean and hospitable. A cafe/bar within 20 minutes walk and in no time we were enjoying the local brews.
Suffice to say a pleasurable time was had.
Bouyed with the prospect of splashing in the famed Gower surf we were somewhat downheartened to awake to flat seas and becalmed beaches - O how we wished for a storm! But the sun came on strong and the scenery was wonderful so we took the opportunity to travel around stopping here and there to sample various victuals and libations and view the numerous beaches.
A quiet evening with a sumptious barbie, robust red wine and intellectual debate.
Not much to report but suffice to say the van is back in tip top order.
Next stop Glasto.