I heard the screech of my gears crunching and I knew I was in trouble. I had tried to tell everyone that my car and caravan were overloaded but still the slabs of beer were thrown into every available space.
Luckily I broke down near a garage. The mechanic called Gary told me the news gently that it would cost £270 for a new clutch to be fitted and £30 for me to be towed onto the Glastonbury site which was still 30 mins down the road from where I had broken down.
He left me in my usual spot overlooking the festival just up from gate "C" on the hill. I opened my box of wine and sat contemplating the terrible couple of hours before reaching my destination and soon found myself unwinding and taking in the view of the Glastonbury Tor at sunset.
I put my pink ballgown on to cheer myself up and it did the trick...
Martha dancing to the "Happy Song" we would congregate down the field to listen to "The Herbie Treehouse Disaster Band" every morning at 11 a.m. Once we had heard the "Happy Song" we were set for the day....
Spent hours down the field trying on different whacky stuff...
Dancing in front of the pyramid stage......
