From a sometimes muddy, wet and cold bit of devon, where I've just had the most lunatic six days with my daughter Alice and 2 grand daughters, (9 and almost 9); but we had a decent amount of sun so it was ok.
Me and the No2 (in age) daughter worked as stewards and it's a great crack, it's volunteering for Oxfam who get the contract and raise funds so its cool and right on.
You have to do some, usually 3 x 8 hour shifts around the festival which can be very interesting, even if you do find yourself on the midnight till 8am rotating around the sites fire towers, freaking chilly and draughty my daughter tells me, but you can have some real in depth discussion time with a very nice class of stranger. It's a while since I worked through the night out in the elements, but I've done my time.
.On my over nighter on saturday I had the "SILENT DISCO" tent till 5 am, very strangee
then the next couple of hours wandering around finding and sensitively 
checking for the vital spark on comatose stoners and cider heads tripping and zonked in the valley and on the hills with the chilly early morning dew settling upon them, and encouraging them to move up to the fires and braziers that were there to keep all those beautiful people warm. ah, stirred the memories 
. Great festival, great location and a brilliant vibe. 
So, a great time 
.It's quite small as festival go, (15000 I think) and completely non commercial. Absolutely brilliant.
I was helping on the disabled viewing platform on friday night so I got one of the best seats in the valley for The Undertones, Dreadzone and Steve Earl, very cool. Saturday we caught Easy Star All Stars set and Dead Kennedys.
It was quite busy for us as we had the children to look to as well but we managed loads of other stuff with plenty of theatre and kids outdoor activities, all that hippie stuff
Jimmy Cliff followed by the Levellers closing us down on Sunday night.
I had to do the fire towers on Monday until 3pm and all the punters had dragged their tired stoned backsides out of the place, then a blast back up the A303 to The Smoke (aka London). We had the old bus cruising at 55 a good bit of the way, which I dont often do on account of it's age and historic (cultural?
) provenance, I'm not fast either also for the same reasons 
it's a standard 1600, not souped and lowered, me ditto. cool, we did hit 60 briefly but I dont want to get reckless with some precious passengers.Love and peas
And I stayed straight all weekend, no kiddin, other than half a pint of cider saturday night, which you've got to have, It's Devon after all:). Mind you there was so much weed in the air you didn't have to breathe very hard to get high
. Felt very cool whilst all about me were in varied states of wastedness, but with the driving, the kids and the duties. I think I might be getting sensible
. Just a passing faze I hope, watch this space My first vape when I got back was truly wonderful, I might have another week off sometime, who knows .
