Item 87: Glastonbury Festival

Location: Worthy Farm, Pilton

It was a well run project, getting tickets to Glastonbury last October. After prior registration on the website, we teamed up in groups of six and woke early on a Sunday morning to log on to seetickets in the hope that one of us would get through the system and put a deposit down for the rest for the group. After two hours, there was success and we had our places booked for Glastonbury 2011!

Being one of the golden ticket holders for the sold-out event, as the weekend approached and packing lists arrived in my inbox stating that I pack copious amounts of babywipes to cover the no-shower for five day expedition, I was a little apprehensive that the mud would get the better of me. My trusty wellies got me through the snow, but would it cope with the mud?

The efficient cattle-call of National Express coach service transported us from London Victoria to Glastonbury in under four hours. We disembarked and made way to the festival entrance. It was a long muddy walk! The packing list overlooked the handy term 'light' as we walked through the trenches to find our camp site for the weekend.

And this was just the start. Flicking through the festival programme, I was overwhelmed by what was on offer. One of my friends calls Glastonbury the 'happiest place on earth'. And it very well could be.

Yes, the headlines were Beyonce, U2, Coldplay, Paul Simon and it would be amazing just to see one of them let alone catch them all in a single weekend. Jessie J - with her broken ankle sat graciously on the Other stage to sing for her fans and highlighted that all the artists wanted to be there, as did the rest of us.

Taking over an hour to get from one side of the festival to the other, there's something on offer for everyone.

Late at night Shangri-La opens up the clubs until the early mornings for people who want to see the sunrise from the other side. There's a circus, acoustic tent, Glastonbury university, craft area and you'd lose a few kilos trying to cover it all in four days. But this was the best part, wandering for hours with a sense of discovery at each turn to find something so random it made the effort of walking through the sticky mud all worth it.

As for my wellies, they were the unfortunate fatality of the weekend and had to be retired to one of the wellie graveyards with the many other pairs that didn't make it through. RIP.

Item 87: Glastonbury Festival? CHECK!