‘Well, it’s just not Glastonbury, is it?’ said my daughter aggressively, when told that our yurt featured an actual bed, wardrobe with hangers and electric points, and hot showers just around the corner. Our excuse was this was my and my partner’s first Glastonbury and we had a combined age of 125.
Rosie Millard
Glastonbury has become a singalong event for OAPs
The most moving musical encounter I had was watching a 20-piece brass ensemble

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