Out of office? On. Wellies? Packed. Glastonbury, let’s do this.
Festivals are my kind of “thing”. I’m hardly a seasoned camper (however much Guiding tried to convince me it was a good thing), but give me a field and enough antibacterial hand gel to last me a week and I’m pretty happy. Having had it on my bucket list for a good five years, Glastonbury was The Big One, and one very stressful ticket purchasing later my friends and I were off to Somerset.
I know everyone says it, but Glastonbury is massive. I decided to leave my phone at home (soz about that, Instagram). Pre-downpour, I relied on a pair of classic Converse All Star Hi’s, but soon enough the heavens opened and I called upon my trusty pair of Hunter wellies.
Weather aside (how typically British), we spent a fair amount of our time wandering round and exploring the site. From the main Pyramid stage and its dedicated, band t-shirt wearing gathering to the healing fields’ boho dresses and crochet knits, I’ve never been part of such a chilled crowd. Denim shorts and crop tops were left firmly at home, and instead people were opting for loose layers, textures and waxed jackets. The accessory of the season? Glitter. Lots of it. Worn on the cheekbones for maximum fairy highlighting.
My “Must-Sees” were the Who and Patti Smith, but my group’s varied taste in music made sure we saw a whole lot of people I wouldn’t normally venture out to see. Highlights included Florence and the Machine, Pharrell Williams, Ibeyi, George Ezra, Jessie Ware, and Modestep (not just because of Josh Modestep… promise). Special shout out to La Roux and her Bowie vibes and Lionel Richie for that smile – enough to melt hearts and even bring the sun out for a ray or two!
Heading back East via Stonehenge may have been tinged with a little bit of “wish we were there” sadness, but there’s nothing quite like liquid soap and refreshing the 2016 registration page to keep you going.
Blog courtesy of – Rebecca Cohen @ It’s Cohen