A late blog today. No specific reason. I was pondering on talking about Synesthesia today as it affects me. But goodness that is a big topic, one for another day as it turns out. We’ve had a fab weekend of listening to and watching the Glastonbury festival from the comfort of our house and garden.

The BBC studio at Pilton Farm, where the Glastonbury Festival is held, have exactly the same cow models but they are painted a very traditional black and white. After we watched the fabulous Coldplay set we went out for the evening dog walk and our vivid cows were looking magnificent against the dusk sky.

Our fluorescent cows have only experienced one music festival in the Royal William Yard. I was writing for a local arts magazine so we had some press passes and had the most wonderful time buzzing about. Such a shame it only happened once. A casualty of the hiatus of the Covid years. I suspect having only happened once there just hasn’t been the impetus to get it going again. I do rather like the freedoms that a press pass allows. Imagine having one for Glastonbury. That would be a giddy few days of blogging, apart from the cows of course , which are stultifyingly normal.