After lunch I got a couple of cans of cider and headed back down the lane.It has been a tradition to meet up with family and friends on Sunday afternoon.I think it was my niece Katherine who started that a few years ago but this year only Margaret and Wayne turned up. We sat outside the Acoustic stage enjoying the sunshine and chatting. At Glastonbury you are in a bubble with no contact with the outside world, no telly or newspapers which is great but stories get around. The big news was that Bobby Womack had died which was sad because I think he had appeared at Glasto only last year. The other story was that a festival-goer had died after a bad reaction to taking ketamine. That is really tragic but in a population of 200,000 somebody is going to die over a weekend. How many people died in Bristol last weekend? I think Glasto must have the lowest death rate in the country. I think ketamine was originally used as a horse tranquilliser so the message is, 'say neigh to ketamine'.
I went inside to see who was on and it was another American singer-songwriter called Galia Arad who was ok but I don't think she will bother the album charts much.She was followed by someone called Sturgill Simpson who mean't nothing to me at all. Basically we were just waiting patiently for Dolly.Finally at about 3.50 we decided to make a move. The walkways were jammed with tens of thousands of people heading for the Pyramid Stage but we are clever see, we walked up past the Acoustic,past the top of Kidz field, across Muddy Lane and approached the Pyramid Stage from the top of the field. The crowd was vast,I said to Margaret that it looked even more crowded than for the Stones last year but she pointed out that they had extended the field last year for the Stones. Even so I think that there must have been over 100,000 people there for Dolly Parton. We even bumped into the Norwegian people who we met the day before.
In the evening we met up again and Clannad, Alison Moyet and Suzanne Vega were playing in the Acoustic and Yoko Ono on the Park Stage but we couldn't be bothered watching any of it. I was really weary by now so we just chilled out in the Theatre Bar for a while. There was one last band I wanted to see though. Last year when I saw my friends Stuart and Michelle at the Albert Hall Michelle told me that they had been listening to the Black Keys and they were really good so I made the supreme effort to go and see them. I was really glad I did because they were great. I can only remember one song which was called Fever but they were possibly the best band I heard all weekend.After that I made my way home and could hear Kasabian in the distance. I think my niece Lee really likes them so I would have liked to hear more but I was too tired.
Next morning it was another hot day and our team tore through the work again cheerfully. The mud had dried so it was a lot easier and finally at 12.00 we were all finished and threw our gloves in the wheelbarrow for the last time. I took some photos and it was quite sad to say cheerio to our little gang who had bonded really well over the four days but we were glad the work was over.