I shed a tear this morning. During the Communion service when Karen and Paul announced that Greenbelt expected to finally be out of debt by the end of the festival, the crowd applauded.
The service was on the new North Stage, built outside our traditional festival site. It looks like a promising location for more events to me.
Another moment of vulnerability came yesterday. Pip asked everyone to tell someone how they felt, being here. I feel lonely. It's always an odd one, and not something to dwell on. It's an odd sense, feeling alone while at the same time being totally at home.
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