Imagine a sunny British summer festival where you don’t have to camp on top of each other, where the music is fun and adventurous, where the food is edible, where the people are friendly and cool and attractive (and some are even under 30) and where there’s a genuine sense of adventure and abandon in the air. That used to be Glastonbury, but Glasto is dead to me now. Long live Bestival.
Dollars To Pounds: Field Of Joy
September 13, 2007