camping, mud, no bathroom. ew. give me ATP with a chalet any day ;)
The last time I went to Glastonbury was in 1992, a small group of us hired a Winnebago type thing. This meant hot showers in the morning, bacon sarnies and bubbly for breakfast, while we watched crusty hippies struggling out of semi-collapsed tents into rain and mud.
The last time I went to Glastonbury was in 1992, a small group of us hired a Winnebago type thing. This meant hot showers in the morning, bacon sarnies and bubbly for breakfast, while we watched crusty hippies struggling out of semi-collapsed tents into rain and mud.