Solstice

Summer Solstice and my thoughts turn to the Glastonbury Festival.

I'm not going this year. Actually I haven't gone for many years. The last time I went was in 1994. I was seriously considering going back this year, but tickets sold out before I got organised.

Why haven't I gone for such a long time? Well I had a pretty bad time the last couple of times that I went. In 1993 my tent was burgled. Twice. And I was sleeping in it both times. The next year I went back determined to prove to myself that I could still have a good time there despite my previous experiences. But it didn't quite work out like that. Although there was no specific incident that I can put my finger on, I really didn't enjoy it. I found I was too on edge the whole time.

I know that it's only a very small proportion of dickheads who try to spoil it for everyone else and the chances of getting burgled again (or smakced in the face, as happened to a friend) are very slim. But for me the atmosphere has been ruined. I can't relax and enjoy myself there any more.