I went to Glastonbury last week, via Belfast, Cairnryan, Ayr, Glasgow, Stafford and Stoke and back through Birmingham, Stafford (again), Crewe, Holyhead and Dublin. I decided to take a photograph for every waking hour from when I left the house until I got home; only one, so that if it was blurred, or too dark, or by necessity taken through a reflective train window or just hopelessly random, I’d be stuck with it. I let myself have a bit of fun with the editing, though.
Tuesday 20th June:
(I’ve just realised that this indicates what a Glastonbury wimp I am – all that nighttime revelry is a closed book to me, snuggled in my sleeping bag.)
And finally Tuesday 27th: