'Glastonbury evening sun From where have all the angels come We could hear an angel's choir as we sang round an evening fire A yellow moon lit up the sky And left me happy enough to cry Glastonbury we got high As heaven's rain clouds passed us by Where have all the angels gone Now that all the acid's done We made love under the sun We're back to nature on the farm It's raining love on everyone Who knows where we will go At the end of this rainbow Glastonbury's golden sun Will shine its love on everyone'. The Cosmic Rough Riders hit it on the nail with this song.
For me personally it was a battle against exhaustion. But whatever your mood Glastonbury holds you in a unique spell as ghosts from the past haunt the mists hovering around the Farm. But - as Charles Dickens figuratively pointed out - its not just ghosts from the past that haunt us, its those from the present and the future as well. Anyone standing at the stone circle on the morning after the weekend before will witness a reverential dichotomy of contrast beween the eternal link with Mother Earth and the surreal panorama of trash left by those who didn't quite see the light - almost like an act of desecration - enter the ghost of the present.
But wander into the Green Fields and its then that the spectre of the future ghosts begin to raise their heads. The Save the Arctic extravaganza was an awesome depiction of a future that now seems inevitable. Perhaps the exhibition to supercede all other - the Greenpeace field this year was a testimony to an amazing effort and a call to arms against those who wouldn't know what the light was even if it blinded them.
I'm convinced that anyone going through the field this year would have found it difficult to ignore the message being sent out that our planet is in peril. But looking over the festival site after most of the revellers had left I was given to wonder that those who came for music, love, peace or for whatever reason were looking forwards through the mists of time as well as backwards. What would would they see when the mist clears?
I was however left with a modicum of hope. Its seems that the amount of overall rubbish left behind was a bit less than that of previous years. So maybe the mists are clearing - if only rather slowly. So lets not abandon hope, for it's hope that offers the possibility of an alternative future. The Greenpeace field may have portrayed a bleak future, but it also portrayed hope. So here's to next year...
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