New mix up - Jump

New mix up - Jump

October 05, 2013

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Glastonbury - the calm after the beautiful storm

Monday is my favourite day at Glasto, the day starts with excitement as its tat day, the day we go out to collect things we need, new tents, chairs, string, power banks, all the stuff people couldn't be bothered to haul all the way to the public car parks. Then there's the stuff that people have lost, money, ganja, tobacco the list goes on, it really is a goldmine for those that know where to look. Unfortunately I woke up a bit late this year so the youth beat us to the booze, they were out first thing in the morning collecting up some of the thousands of full beer cans that are scattered all around the public campsites, they then take them up to the stone circle and sell them to the last of the party revellers. Gonna go far those youth. Olivia from Boliva wanted to tat only one thing, one of those posh portable toilets like the van lifers have, she was out for many hrs and found many things but didn't find her toilet so you can imagine her excitement when Ellie found on...

The horse-drawn camp

As I walked down the track at dawn I was reminded of another time, a different era. Old trucks, caravans and vardos lined the fire lane and out of the morning mist bellowed smoke from the chimneys and fires that had been blazing through the night. The fires were surrounded by rings of people with big smiles on their faces who were chatting and dancing till the sun come up, an extra special moment for many after 2 years of bollox and bat flu. I see a lot of familiar faces over the weekend and I met some amazing people, people who have lived on the road for decades, some of the original convoy crew who stuck their fingers up to Thatchers Britain and done their own thing, they left the squats of the cities and took to the road carving out a whole new culture along the way. I love hearing the stories from the generations that came before us, many from that era are sadly no longer with us so I have all the time in the world to listen about what they have been through and the shenanigan'...

And the 2023 season begins, happy Beltane.

Britain has got a long long history in festivals, fates n fairs etc going back hundreds n hundreds of years and the celebrations of the Sabbaths go back thousands and thousands. Imbolc, the spring and autumn equinoxes, Samhain, Beltane and the summer and winter soltice's are ancient celebrations that were held under the stars and go way back to the start of the human story. These special times of year were celebrated amongst the ancient momuments that align to the sun, moon and stars, before that celebrations were amongst the yew trees and on those pieces of land held sacred. Its a tradition that still survives to this day and despite the many religious indoctrinations, witchhunts and invasions this green and pleasant land has witnessed over the centuries its quite amazing these ancient traditions and celebrations still exist, a testament to how important they are to people. So Beltane might look a bit different these days than it used to, I mean im currently at the Horsedraw...

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