Occasional musings

Seems like an age since we got back from Glastonbury. It was fun as ever but I confess it gets more exhausting as I get older – especially when there is mud and there was plenty this year. The car parks seem to get further away each year – must have been two miles with a double trolley load to get Marianne’s extensive wardrobe to the tent. Who thought it was fair to let all the chattering classes with their single decker bus sized Winnebagos and all mod con caravans park nearer the entrance than the poor punters carrying