So I was at Glastonbury this weekend. I admit that, on the train to Castle Cary last Wednesday, I did start to wonder if my memory of it was rose-tinted, the reality more mundane than my recollections of the ultimate festival experience.
I really had no cause for concern.
Not only was the music amazing (where do I start? Flo? The Chemical Bros? Patti?) but, despite its continued growth over the years, Glastonbury remained true to its grass roots.
I was inspired by Patti Smith and George the Poet.
I was humbled by Pussy Riot and the Dalai Lama.
And I was touched by the charity and the spirit of the place, which left me feeling surrounded by happy, compassionate peeps who basically all wanted the same thing - to have fun, to listen to music, and to share the amazing experience that is Glastonbury with 199,999 equals.
So what have I taken away from Glastonbury? Well, as well as the memories and the tan (a.k.a. sunburn), my growing desire to refocus my life has been given yet another boost. Now I just need to figure out how to do it...
Ideas on a postcard please!