A morning in the office, which started later than planned, owing to some over sleeping which was itself inspired by late night chat and faulty alarm clocks.

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.