Taking a trip round the festival site this morning, there were a mixture of people up and about. Some were early risers, having cottoned onto the wash-tap queues and the need for early morning coffee.
However, some folks hadn’t quite made it home from the night before. Mike was crashed out with a bacon and egg butty, having lost his mates and with no idea where he was.
We found him wandering around by the Other Stage, when he was trying to get back to Hitchin Hill campground. He couldn’t have been further away from his tent. We pointed him in the right direction…
