Field mice, head lice, spiders in the kitchen …
It’s important to have a housesitter while you’re at a festival.
He (or she) is nameless. Well, he (or she) may have a spider name.
It’s been an inhabitant of our kitchen for a couple of weeks now. He’s (or she’s) now firmly a part of the household, though. So we could trust her (or him) to look after the house.
Eels are, as most people who know me, aware, are my most favourite band. If you have a spare minute, have a listen to Flyswatter.
My first shower in four days was quite delightful. Our second Kendal Calling was rather nice though.
So nice that very few pictures were taken.
One new discovery was made though; Glastonbury’s third stage, West Holts, was the main stage at Kendal.
We’re in Penrith. With sunshine and mud.
I may need to use this as my new laptop wallpaper.
From the Pyramid stage on Friday. There seem to be a lot of sceptics on social media, claiming that the crowd was there to hear music, but they weren’t there to hear many, many people saying they wanted to be there to see Jeremy Corbyn.
The annual iPlayer catch-up has begun. After post-festival beer in the hole in our neighbourhood (in which we cannot help but fall).
We spotted heavily pixelated images of ourselves.
I’m not much more than a hat in That one.
And a hat and a belly in that one.
Yes, that’s me with the phone.
And, like (but not like) two years ago, the evening ended in the John Peel stage.
My second in command wanted to see Emile Sande. I didn’t, so I was allowed to shop for a blanket for my beloved.
I did need beer to help me shop and, after a successful purchase, I failed to locate the designated ice cream van at the Other stage. I’m currently at West Holts. It looks good in the evening.
But I shouldn’t be here. I have new instructions to arrive swiftly at the bar by the Pyramid stage.
Apparently, I want to see Ed Sheeran.
Great.
I’m sitting in the garden this fine Sunday morning. The garden outside the old Glastonbury showers, that is; waiting for my second in command.
The queue was very short this morning, a last day of festival thing I guess.
Our itinerary for the day is planned, although there’re the usual feelings associated with the end of something good.
Speaking of something good, the Foo Fighters were pretty astounding last night.
Pretty pleased that the Park surprise act was Elbow.
