Pic of the week 26/6/22
On Sunday I went to Glastonbury. It was brilliant. Met up with Sam, who had been in since Wednesday , we walked up to the top of the hill, to the iconic Glastonbury letters and chilled out eating lunch looking down on the festival sight below.
I, along with about 100,000 others, watched Diana Ross which culminated with a joyous 15 minutes of Aint no mountain high enough, and I will survive, before I headed home.
It was a dry Glastonbury – there had been no more than a couple of showers all week, the ground was parched hard and on Sunday the sun shone bright (by 3pm I was regretting forgetting my suntan cream)
A great day, a life affirming day, I day I shall long remember.
