Well its over for another year, better than it's ever been (according to the organisers) weather was brilliant (except for several hours rain on Sunday) and not a lot of trouble (according to the local police presence) with few arrests for an estimated 80,000 pop music fans assembled for the weekend and it all took place about 15 miles from where I live.
This morning many weary fans were still making their way home, waiting for transport in the 2 small local towns. They're quite easy to spot. All seem to sport some sort of brimmed hat, a T shirt with an outrageous slogan, shorts (girls), jeans (boys) and .........wellies and huge rucksacks either being carried or trailed on a variety of trolleys! The wellies would hardly be required this year on site and the easiest way to carry them is on your feet.
We had to step over bodies on the pavement to get in to the icecream shop, which was doing a roaring trade. So it's an ill wind, as they say!
The nearest we ever got to a pop festival, back in the 50s, were a few of us teenagers on the farm sitting around in the byre playing our breakable 78s on the wind-up gramophone. It seemed fun then. You could really impress people if you could recite the songs in the "Hit Parade"(10), then later, if you were really into pop, the "Top Twenty", never mind what's happening now in the top 100!
It's called progress.