Sunday morning

I’m sitting in the garden this fine Sunday morning. The garden outside the old Glastonbury showers, that is; waiting for my second in command. 

The queue was very short this morning, a last day of festival thing I guess. 

Our itinerary for the day is planned, although there’re the usual feelings associated with the end of something good. 

Speaking of something good, the Foo Fighters were pretty astounding last night.