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The Glastonbury

Festival

Entering the already crowded

festival site, I was a little uneasy. I'd heard discouraging tales of muddy

fields, shocking toilet facilities and not being able to find your tent among

so many others exactly the same as yours. I had, of course, tried to prepare

for every eventuality. In my rucksack were a brightly coloured flag to raise

above my tent so I could find it easily, bright green wellington boots and

The three-day Glastonbury

Festival of Contemporary Performing Arts, held on Worthy Farm in Somerset every

June, is the largest open-air music festival in the world. The festival grew

from humble beginnings in 1970 into the massive event it is today. The main

organiser of the festival is the farm's owner, Michael Eavis, who started it

all up because he likes music, and he still makes the final choice of which

big-name bands will appear. Over 100,000 tickets were sold this year, which is

a lot of organisation for one farmer. (In fact he does hire a music promotion

organisation to help him sort out all the complications of running such a huge

festival, so he isn't quite all on his own.)

But it's not just music at the

festival. As I wandered about the site, looking for somewhere to pitch my tent,

I realised that this was, indeed, a festival of performing arts. There were

theatre tents, dance performances, jugglers and mime artists all over the site.

You certainly wouldn't starve in this place, either. I'd never seen so many

food stalls in my life. Whether you prefer Thai, Indian and African, to mention

just a few, or even good old English staples such as jacket potatoes, there was

something for everyone.

   After a pleasant evening of meeting people

from every imaginable walk of life and dancing the night away at the dance

village, I awoke to the sounds of thunder and lightning. The downpour only

lasted a couple of hours, but it was still one of the worst rainstorms of the

past 100 years. I was one of the lucky ones. Although my tent leaked a bit and

my clothing was damper than I would have liked, at least I was on high ground.

Some poor souls who had camped further down the hill had to try to retrieve

whatever belongings they could from tents submerged under four feet of water.

The organisers did an efficient job of mopping up most of the water fairly

quickly, but there was no escaping the mud. Festival-goers didn't let that

dampen their spirits in the least, though, and thanks to my green wellies, nor

did I. The famous Pyramid Stage had its usual line-up of great bands and there

were plenty of big names playing on the Other Stage, too. In fact, there are so

many stages, with so many different types of music and things going on, that it

can be really difficult getting to see and do everything you want to. I found

myself running from one venue to the next, trying to catch at least part of my

favourite acts, and still missed a few altogether.

Then it was all over, and I

had to pack up my mud-caked belongings and head back to the real world again.

It had been a pleasant surprise to discover that 100,000 people crammed into

muddy fields in basic conditions (the stories I'd been told about the toilets

were true) can still manage to have the time of their lives. Tickets aren't

cheap, but since over £1 million in proceeds from the festival goes to charity,

it would be childish to complain. I left clutching the handcrafted souvenirs

bought from various stalls, and with a warm, happy feeling that I'm sure is

shared by anyone who has experienced the magic of the Glastonbury Festival.

6.The

organisation of the festival