Managed to get some sleep before the cokeheads returned at 8am and woke us up again. I cut the knicker elastic off the fibre-glass filled pants and repaired my sandals. Happy again. (Although Ant did say I could get a new pair - Yipeee!!!!)
The day then turned into the most surreal day ever – First Ant split his head open and had to have it stapled together by the first aid team, then we ventured into the festival to see Weller and the Kings of Leon, but Weller was delayed starting due to a fire in what we think was the VIP area, then after a fantastic start (45 minutes into Wellers set) it was stopped altogether due to high winds. The stage lights were swinging wildly, the big screens came down and the electricity temporarily died. We waited about 3 hours to see if things would start up again, but every announcement said the same… ‘ we are doing all we can, we will keep you informed’. When the wind reached ridiculous speeds, we headed back to the camping area amongst total chaos; tents and belongings flying in all directions. Dirt, sand and grit encrusted in our faces, we got back to the van and found the awning on the ground in a crumpled heap, but the van was ok. The wind got worse and we disappeared into Phil and Lees van to watch from there as people were being evacuated from the site, some of them with only the clothes they were wearing. Things quietened down about 3am and we tried to sleep.
“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” –Mark Jenkins