Glastonbury Festival 2011, Worthy Farm, Somerset

It’s a crazy mixed-up world within the 9 mile walls of Worthy Farm, and I wouldn’t have it any other way!

So I survived my maiden voyage to Glastonbury Festival of Contemporary Performing Arts 2011 and I must say that I’m still completely blown away by the experience. Yes, there was rain, and yes, that did mean rivers of mud and mountains of poo flowing from the Portaloos, but if anything, these things only made the experience richer. It brings a certain camaraderie to the crowd. A unity that sweeps across all areas of the festival and raises spirits even further.

I’ll post more later about the cool, amazing and downright twisted parts of Glastonbury, such as the fire-breathing, lightning-spewing Spider in Arcadia, and the pre-apocalyptic dystopian wonderland of Shangri-La. For now though please enjoy this picture that I took of a cool looking bloke on Pennard Hill enjoying the sunset over Pulp’s gig on the Park Stage. I don’t know who the guy is but I did like his hat!