24 hours from Glasto
1984, I get into a friends car for the 7-8 hour trip from North Yorkshire to Glastonbury Festival.
Half an hour later on the A1 I realise that I've left my tent behind so back we turn.
But there is no-one home, I havn't got a key and as this was before mobile phones all we can do is wait a couple of hours.
Eventually tent is picked up and off we go again.
An hour or so along, steam starts to pour out of the car radiator so we pull over and driver pours in water and we wait for it to cool down.
This becomes a regular event until finally all the water we have is gone.
Limping into an old style service station, my friend asks if they have any water containers as its obvious by now we need to have a lot of water on hand to continue our journey and things were getting hysterical
The woman says "All we have are these 5 gallon containers"
When my friend asked 'How much do they hold?" I was helpless with laughter while he just didnt get it.
After the second time the police pulled up while we sitting on the hard shoulder cooling down, we learned not to say we were heading to Glastonbury Festival , but to say we were going camping in a village called Pilton, saves time having the entire contents of your vehicle pulled out and thoroughly searched :|
We eventually arrived at the festival 24 hours after we set off, 24 bloody hours!
But I'll never forget the first time I saw Glastonbury Tor it was just as dawn was breaking and Roxy Music's Avalon came on the radio. Total serendipity. We pulled over and savoured the moment.
I've lost touch with that friend and if by any chance he's a b3tan, I hope he reads this and gets in touch
(insomniac-surfer oh go on then, just this once, Fri 15 Jul 2011, 0:15, Reply)