It’s a festival called Glastonbury this weekend and there will be a lot of people all crushing each other in the mud to see some bands play.

I like mud and I like fields so my dad put our tent up in the garden so we could pretend we were at a festival.

Daddy says Gentlemen need to camp in style, so we made our tent all nice with a tablecloth and flowers and stuff.

Then we got our tea from the restaurant ’round the corner (who don’t deliver as far as Glastonbury)