The more things change

There's a bit of a retro feel to this year's festival - and not just the vintage clothing and everyone trying to look like Kate Moss two seasons ago, or Dita Von Teese, or the fact that Kenny Rogers is playing.

The Green Fields, are of course, the heart and soul of the festival, 60 acres of Mooncups, meditation, peace gardens, organic living and recyclable pretty-much-everything. The stone circle is well-known for stunning views across the site, people smoking distinctly herbal cigarettes and under-cover policemen discreetly chatting into their lapels.

There's the biggest tipi encampment in Europe, laughter workshops (could use one of those, after spending most of today wrestling with the wifi).

But perhaps a little cooler is the way some of the areas and stages have reclaimed their Somerset roots.

What was once Jazz World is now West Holts, the Dance Village is now Silver Hayes, all named after the fields they have temporarily set-up shop in.

And of course, there's always a place for old friends at Glastonbury - Bella's Bridge, named after Arabella Churchill, who was so integral in the creation of the festival, and the facilities here for children, William's Green, named after Michael Eavis' grandfather, complete with a specially created sculpture by Ptolemy Elrington.

If  it's high culture you're after, we've got a Michelin-starred chef working at The Naked Lunch in the markets, or a Bar of Ideas in Shangri-La. If you're feeling naughty there are shrines, cages and tunnels at the Temple of the Blessed Snakepit, or the Hell Stage.

The ribbon tower. I have yet to climb it, in case my legs stop working at the top.

This isn't just a festival. It's a whole other world. Everything from art and crafts (fancy trying to build St Michael's Tower out of cardboard boxes? Making yourself out of clay? Why not?)

Everything you've ever wanted, everything you didn't know you'd wanted until you saw it. A world of music, theatre, cabaret and spectacle.

I /love/ this festival.