In June 2013, I was nearly nine months pregnant, and I took my hospital bag with me to the festival – but only because everybody told me I should. The baby was due in July, and my other children had all been two weeks late, so I was adamant that it would be fine.
I’ve always loved the music and the atmosphere at Glastonbury; I used to be a bit of a hippy and liked to party. I’d been a few times before I had my first child in 2000. Tragically, Megan died at nine days old from sudden infant death syndrome (Sids). While I was grieving, I met Tracy Harrison, who worked for Glastonbury and invited me to be part of her team, setting up the site and doing jobs such as cleaning the toilets, in return for a free ticket. After that, I went every year; the festival became my escape from reality, my happy place.
I arrived five days before the festival started. My job was to sit in the office, helping out – nothing strenuous….
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