Ok, so it's Friday afternoon. By all accounts, I should have been here and off of it for some time now.

As it happens, I've spent all night in the reserve carpark. After arriving a few minutes late, we were refused entry to the checking booth and spent the night in the car park.
Finally meeting up with Rob, I've made it into the compunds of the campsite and it's time to get my head down for an hour or two.

No such luck.

A few hours breeze by with nothing to show than a slightly wavey perception of the event and a multitude of empty cider cans.

It's time to start walking around and taking in the atmosphere of 'the' Glade...