Wow, what an amazing response to our Minirigs Ticket competition! Thank you everyone for sharing your stories of loveliness, it's been so uplifting seeing everyone's heartwarming memories each morning
Congratulations to our three winners Jack Lloyd, Thomas Hasler and Mell Horn - we can't wait to create more happy stories with you this summer! Here are the winning stories for Chapter 9, we're really looking forward to all the stories of friendship and community spirit to be made at the festival this year! Big love xx
Two years ago I was lucky enough to get myself a ticket to Glastonbury Festival but unfortunately my friend wasn't so lucky meaning I was going on my lonesome. I searched online for other people who were going alone and wanted to get together and I came across a couple of guys called Charlie & Scully, they were arranging a group for people who also were in the same predicament.
This group was one of the most life changing things that ever happened to me, after three festivals & the group expanding from 30 people to 180 people we have established a family of caring & loving individuals that were once strangers and now are life long friends. We are camp solo! Filled with festival love & good vibes, bringing people together & being a prime example of what love & unity is about. I met some of my best friends in this group & the love of my life. I can't think of any other story or example that shows support and love as much as this one, I have the organisers to thank and the people because without them it wouldn't be the same!
Love You Camp Solo ✌️
P.S. This is my attempt to go to Boomtown with camp solo as I didn't manage to get a ticket! 😁
I wrote my story as a poem but the facts are all there.......
I went for a walk to see the sunrise,
When I saw a young fella with tears in his eyes,
Left on his tod fairly drunk on wine,
After taking mushrooms for the first time.
I could not leave him on this downward trip,
So we talked and made friends sat hip to hip,
We explored the woods where I showed him the dragon,
Passed the healing fields and walked to Carmagedon,
As time went on he became fond of me,
And wanted to explore his sexuality,
As a good Samaritan I refused to accept the moves,
So we hugged and went to look for his shoes.
As the sun rose
So did his facial pose
Now my story is at it’s end,
Remember to never leave a friend!
Thomas @ Glastonbury 2017
Mell Horn When my 5 year old son died of pneumonia laying next to me in bed.. all my mates turned up at the hospital unexpected took me home and sat with me all night while i played the same song over and over again.. then they all chipped round to get a horse and cart for his funeral now every year on his birthday we all get tog and let 100 balloons go.real friends that i will love forever ... realworldrightthere