I have never wanted to visit a festival; I won’t camp, I like hotels, nice beds, bathrooms, nice bars / lounges. While I can fully imagine and appreciate the atmosphere of watching a band with a huge amount of people must be electric, I’m happier on my sofa with a beer. Choosing who to watch and when, being able to nip to the clean loo when I want and afterwards get in my large bed with super comfortable mattress, expensive clean bedding and sleep soundly.

For as long as I can remember, we have always made a bit of a point of watching Glastonbury together (me and rich).

2023 was a different year, I was in hospital 3, just about standing with lots of help but not walking by any means.

We spent 2 nights with me laid in bed pretty much immobile, Rich sat in an armchair next to my bed, with my iPad propped up on the bed table, watching Glastonbury together. I remember crying because all I wanted was to be at home on the sofa instead and it felt a world away and would never happen again

Come 2024 and I’m home, walking miles, working and doing lots of pretty regular things. Saturday of Glastonbury I spent the day with my parents at a music festival (the irony was not lost on me) but just a day festival with bands on a field. My dad’s band were one of the acts and the weather ok so me and mum went along to watch. I’d sat on a picnic blanket, had a couple of pints, avoided the toilets and saw a couple of bands, we then left. I came home, me and Rich sat on the sofa together with beer, the dog and watched a couple of Glastonbury bands. I did have a stray little tear on life feeling good.