The next month was a blur of sourcing drums, cleaning cymbals, making furniture (Sam), labelling, inventory, creating QR codes, taking photos and listing our Glastonbury pieces online (me). The workshop is always full, but by mid-June it was hard to fit through the door. Even Bo, who spends so much of her life on the workshop floor that you'd be forgiven for thinking we had a dog-skin rug, was temporarily banished.
We delivered everything to Worthy Farm at the beginning of the week, a few days before the festival opened. We had rather naively assumed that delivery would involve whizzing in with the van, parking wherever was convenient and waltzing in with our stock. Oh, and that everywhere would be sunny and dry. Nope and huge nope. In hindsight, I think I’d just been looking at too much Coachella on Instagram. By the time we got as far as Silver Hayes, we had mud on every limb, had been through a safety briefing, were wearing wristbands, clutching two different types of ticket, with about five very important bits of paper stuck to the inside of our windscreen. We even had the van searched. Twice. In the rain. The whole thing seems terribly complicated and serious, but boy does the system work. It really is a well-oiled machine. We were advised before arriving to just follow the instructions from the stewards. If you’re ever there, please do the same! They really know their stuff.
Everything we lent to Glastonbury was available to buy. Most of it sold in the days after the festival finished, but there are still one or two pieces available. Plus, if you like the look of any of the sold items, Sam can re-make them for you. You can see all of our Glastonbury pieces - both sold and still available - here. Much to the horror of a couple of our hardcore Glasto going customers, we cleaned the mud off each piece(!), but we have left all the festival labels and tags attached.