Part 2 of my Diary for Saturday 2nd September 2017.
For many years now I have had a great respect for the Glastonbury brand and it was quite a shock, albeit a nice one, to see that this place is actually a working farm with real live animals and all that goes with it. How they manage to put all this aside and accommodate 200,000 people is a mystery to me.
No wonder it takes so long to get from one stage to another. Allow 30-40 minutes they say.
We took off and drove through what was the middle of the Festival but few signs that anything had ever disturbed nature.
We visited the village of Pilton which is in a small valley. If you drive along the main road it’s a question of if you blink you will miss it. There is a public house and a church and a very decent size church hall so there is money around. We parked and followed the sign to ‘Tithe barn’,
and what a splendid building it is. The hand of Michael Eavis has contributed to it being in the splendid condition that it is in as you will see.
The farm was built in the early 14th century but in 1963, lightening struck the barn and started a fire which completely destroyed the roof. Michael wanted the barn restored, and have the opportunity to buy it and some surrounding land. He gave the building to a trust who commenced renovation as you can see.
we then have a look round the local church, St John’s. It was instructive to look at the visitors book.
A sad rainy night, up and to the office, where busy all the morning. At noon to the ‘Change and thence brought Mr. Pierce, the Surgeon, and Creed, and dined very merry and handsomely; but my wife not being well of those she not with us; and we cut up the great cakeMoorcocke lately sent us, which is very good. They gone I to my office, and there very busy till late at night, and so home to supper and to bed.
I know how Pepys feels being too tired to write his diary but fortunately I have fewer statutory duties and thus more time.
The summer/Autumn Festival season is still with us so off to the Village of Pilton. ….. <later>… I had failed to make the connection but Pilton is right next to Worthy Farm, owned by Michael Eavis of Glastonbury fame. I saw the little notice and everything clicked.
I saw this as a good chance to snoop around and see what I could see off-season. However, the reason for setting sail was to see the 2017 Pilton show. I shall not dwell on this for long but include the usual pictures. I found the whole thing a little bit scruffy. Apart from usual tenpin bowling, the facepainting, the marmalade and cake stands, there were about 7 stalls devoted to selling what I can politely call second-hand material. Piles of old books, DVDs, lots of pink toys for children, plus a bouncy castle of sorts. A country and western band were playing. There were competitions in the arena and there was a very large marquee where they were serving beer and cider, tea and cakes, and showing quite a considerable number of competition classes in the creative arts and grown food items. I took some very tempting cake and tea but for some reason the cake repeated on me about an hour later.
I don’t know what they put into it, it just needs one chemical of the wrong sort and my system says ‘no thank you’. I think there would have been more features but the previous organiser of the show, Hugh Berry, had died this last April and is probably set back the whole thing. When we left at about 4 PM there were plenty of people there and they were having a good time so it is what it is. Pilton is a very small village with a population of about 1000 so they have actually done pretty well in my view. In the evening there will be a hog roast and a barn dance.
Due to the state of my big toe, which is rather inflamed, I did not particularly want to hang about for three hours so we left. They say it takes about 3-4 days for the antibiotic to work through so we are two days in now from 5 pm Thursday. I feel groggy but have been warned to stay the course with the medication.
The second part of this diary will consist of my observations of Worthy Farm admittedly from outside the perimeter. I don’t think anyone would have minded but I felt to go round without asking would be intruding.