Bring in the druids.
September 11th 2006 There’s some confusion at the campsite over just who to pay for the night. Apart from a few lazy sheep and an inquisitive horse that’s sniffing a young colt’s behind, there’s not a soul in sight. We decide to pack our tents, along with our good intentions, and make tracks to Glastonbury. Nearby we stop to make breakfast in a small clearing, and we’ve just polished off the last of the ban
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