Glastonbury’s Healing Fields: festivalgoer wellbeing is not just for hippies
It’s only 11am on the first morning of Glastonbury and I have stumbled into a nightmare. Fifty festival goers yank their faces into Joker-like grins, “ha”-ing, “ho”-ing and “he”-ing in a circle of maniacal guffaws. A teacher stands at the front, jeering them along with a cackle. Read more here…