Thu 24th June @ 13.30

After all of, oooo, about 15 minutes chillaxing at the tent, I got a text from Andy asking what I was up to. He was at Cock Mills, an ale bar across near the acoustic tent. This was an area that I hadn’t been to before, so I had a quick glance at the map and set off.
It does take a while to get anywhere at Glastonbury, but there’s no point in rushing. Normally, my walking speed is quite high. I have a tendency to do lots of overtaking of slow-moving traffic. Big change whilst there. Your whole life seems to slow down a little. No-one’s in a hurry and it’s all sedate and rather pleasant.

I get to the Cock Mill bar and no sign of Andy, so I grab a seat. The benches of choice are railway sleepers, perched off the ground of all sorts of bright colours and designs.
The sun is really beating down pretty hard. By the time we got set up and everything yesterday, it had cooled off, but now you could really feel it.
I kept my eyes peeled for Andy and shot off a few pics whilst here...







After a while, my phone rang – Andy. He’d been here all the time, but was having a chat with someone nearer the tent. My first ale in a few years and it went down fairly well. Andy introduced me to the guy he was chatting to. Someone called John. It seemed that this was someone that lived in the same village as Andy over 20 years ago. He saw him last at Glastonbury 2007. Despite there being 180K people there, you can still bump into people that you know.
A few more cold ones at this bar – even having to retreat into the shade due to the glaring sun. Lots of good chats with John, who was a real seasoned Glasto visitor and a good old bimble before heading back to the tent to pick up a warm top for later.