I hope you are enjoying your Sunday, today I have a guest post from author Malcolm Parnell about Glastonbury on the tour for Right On The Monet.
Claude Monet painting is stolen
Of all the things Harry Chase had imagined in his life, being a drummer on a cruise ship band was not one that would have occurred to him. And yet, there he was. Centre stage, behind a young female singer along with his mates, Dave, Tony and Steve.
Which meant that getting involved in a jewellery theft, an on-board massage parlour and the hunt for an Old Master was even further from his mind as he cracked the snare drum.
And yet, this was exactly how he found himself being questioned by Interpol…
My first trip to Glastonbury Festival was in 2015. My youngest daughter had attended for the first time in 2014 and suggested I accompany her along with my then 13 year old granddaughter for the 2015 festival. I had a number of reservations at first not least being the horror stories of the toilets and basic facilities at the site. Camping is fine by me but not being able to shower at least once a day is something I’m definitely not comfortable with. However I decided to give it a go and in June of 2015 we made our way to the festival. The first problem I encountered was the distance from the car park to the site itself and arriving late in the evening due to traffic congestion on the M5 meant that we had not got a lot of time before darkness fell. I had mistakenly taken a six berth tent along with the other trappings required for a five day trip. This was something I regretted immediately as the weight of the thing put huge stress on the totally inadequate trolley I had brought and coupled with the humidity of the very warm evening, a huge rucksack and the distance across half of Somerset, I soon began to sweat buckets.
We eventually reached the family field just as darkness was creeping in, by which time I had lost at least five stone in weight and my temper was not at its best. To add to my dismay all that I could see was a sea of tents with not a single space between them. We decided to dump our gear and search the area and after tripping over countless guy ropes we eventually hit on a space just big enough to cram our stupidly oversized tent in. By now it was completely dark and after much groaning and complaining (by me, not my daughter or granddaughter) the tent was up. The next task was to inflate the air mattresses as by now I was totally drained of energy and desperately wanted to lie down. Using a hand pump my granddaughters and daughters beds were up in a flash and it was then I discovered I had not brought the end cap which sealed the air into the airbed. By now I was borderline hysterical and a form of madness was creeping in, however, I somehow managed to keep control and decided that as sleeping on the floor was my only option then I simply had to grin and bear it.
This trip was a learning curve for me and in subsequent visits I have trimmed down the amount of equipment taken and have learned how to get the best from everything Glastonbury has to offer. True, the toilets can be grim – they are not called the long drop for nothing – but put that aside and it is an amazing place which bombards the senses in a way I have not experienced anywhere else and I’m definitely putting my name for 2019.
Malcolm Parnell has a passion for painting and teaches art and drawing skills when he is not working on his next novel.
His other passion, apart from his good lady wife, Marion, is Leicester City Football Club. Becoming an author and Leicester win the Premier League have been two of his greatest ambitions realised.