Glastonbury 12

I will start posting about other topics again, but I thought there were a couple of aspects of the journey back to London worth a comment.

The coach was fine; all of the seats had special seat covers as protection from the mud. Actually there was quite a lot of banter about the gigs and so forth, but also a surprisingly long discussion about the different types of mud we had encountered; we all seemed to have developed a full vocabulary to describe the gloppy, the see-through, the slow-sink, the stinking, the mainly hay - and so the list went on - and got ruder.

The journey was stopped part way at a services and it was entertaining to see the spontaneous response of normal folk to a bus load of grimy revellers descending on the Service station. I think they worked out where we were from.

It was also strange walking on normal surfaces again. I've got so used to the mud and wellington boots effect and the services were a sort of return to normal walking. Most of us had a strange zombie like shuffle - a combination of sleep deprivation, having to stand for the last 4 or 5 days and the strange support provided by Wellies.

The next interesting part of the journey was arriving at Earls Court. Ten o'clock in the morning in central London, yet the overwhelming impression was of how quiet it was. This is the post Glastonbury noise effect, because nothing ever really stopped at the festival. People,. music, chatter, happenings twenty four hours a day.

And then on the tube - people pointing "they've been at Glastonbury". And surfacing at Sloane Square. It was as if the entire Square stopped to look at us as we walked to a 137 for the last stage.

Proper photos and some short video of the Long Blondes and the Who, to follow - but probably at the weekend.

Update...here's another Glastoblog