Then it was time to go to Glasto. There's a ritual. First you leave the office, then you change at Fleet services into more outdoor-type clothing. You have the final in-civilasation poo. Then it's a bit of lunch and time to get to a field in Somerset.
Today's trip was enhanced by a bit of waiting for my travel companion. I used the time profitably. I organised next weekend's accommodation.
Once at the site, later than last year's arrival, we lugged a bunch of stuff a long way, not really thinking how far behind we were leaving the car. We headed to the area of the site where we camped last year and found a new gate in it. However further inspection revealed that not too many people had thought to camp near this gate, so we set about pitching a huge 8 man tent for the two of us. Last year's experience of doing this proved useful, and it went up pretty effectively in not too long a time. Just in time for the rain really.
A bit of wandering around the site and it wad bed time. Things had run fairly smoothly so far.