Was just one of ‘those’ moments. I’d had a pretty heavy weekend & dragged all my mates over there who’d never heard of them to arrive to an empty tent about 3 mins before they came on. Then of course they were amazing and everyone loved it, and then I looked round near the end and the tent was full and everyone was singing and I burst into tears. Ha. I’ve never lived it down…
Yeah, I had much more capacity for awful weather at 23 than I do now, and I’ve never had such a muddy one since (although I’ve had some biblical storms), so I’m not sure how I’d react now. But in later years I’ve had some hot ones and found them equally tough going. I’ve done a lot less during the day when it’s hot and then gone longer at night I guess.
God, I miss it though. Because my normal life is quite stressy a lot of the time I just love that feeling of forgetting the real world exists. So the weather kinda doesn’t bother me too much. You just have a different Glasto depending on what it’s like. My girlfriend was pregnant in 2016 & we did Power Ballad Yoga and all that stuff and it was great - despite my reservations - just another totally different side to it I’d never seen.
Fingers crossed for next year!