Contrary to popular misconception, the festival is not just about music - there's a vast pile of other stuff going on. As in previous years, these photos are an attempt to capture the side of the festival that you don't see on TV.
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Jazz World stage on Wednesday, when it had grass.
One of the thousands of flags around the site.
Exiting the green fields.
Green field markets.
Croissant Neuf cinema and artwork outside.
The beach.
The rinky dink, mobile bike-powered sound system.
The Wish Tree; with a leaf left by me.
One of the many small tent stages around the green fields.
A garden in the green fields.
The chimes, my favourite part of Glastonbury. Sit below, and let the energy waft downwards.
'The only sh*t left in the field should be mine' says this cow.
High up in the green fields.
Sculpture in the Stone Circle field.
Stone Circle field.
Looking across the site.
An old schoolfriend.
Me, from the Green Fields.
Banksy's rubbish sculpture (which defeats the point as badly as framing the Hammer & Sickle in King's bar).
An intruiging flag.
Impromptu drumming at a tea stop.
Jazz World field.
The markets at night.
A hands-on musical exhibit.
Greenpeace's climate ark.
Beautiful performance in one of the many smaller stages in the Green Fields.
This ad, on a toilet, refers to climate change, apparently.
The Maze in the Circus Field, which sadly seemed closed as soon as the rain/mud arrived.
Millions of little people.
Hello!
More sculpture, this out of sticks.
Plenty of plain wierd stuff about the site.
The Kids' area at the back of Greenpeace's field.
Solar showers on the left and Soulmates ahead.
Fellow ticket-holders!
More performance from the Green Fields.
Solar power abounds.
SchNews and their excellent Schmovies.
The Bubble Man.
One of many metal sculptures in Trash City.
More Trash City.
Downlow, outside.
Orange charging tent, sadly a requirement of modern life.
Modern dance from 'Bad Taste Cru', from Sadler's Wells, on the Dance Saddlespan Stage.
Street theatre - this 'man' was one of a pair.
Mud arriving ...
Amy Winehouse, for once not off her face.
Down low in the mud.
Looking over to the Other Stage.
Tent city for five days.
Chas 'n' Dave, great.
Tipis, in the Park, a new area.
An aerial view provided by the tower in the Park.
Me, from the tower, with the Pyramid [main] Stage in the distance.
Rufus Wainwright, camp as tits.
Dance tent.
Pyramid Stage.
The Leftfield tower, at night.
Downlow, on its historic opening night.
Cafe Tango, usual spot for a very welcome breakfast.
Greenpeace Ironists.
Sambaish drumming.
Queueing in the mud lake.
Jazz World with extreme playing.
Veggies, my usual spot for lunch or a snack. Nice to meet Pat.
Seize The Day, with:
Shannon, and
Theo.
Me and friend Mika.
Samba in the Cabaret tent.
Balancing hoops (and later fire) on a tightrope.
Tipi field (the real one).
The entrance to Lost Vagueness, off-the-wall even by Glastonbury standards.
Cupids.
The Chapel.
In the ballroom.
'Glasto 07'.
A beautiful garden in the Green Crafts field.
More from the Green Crafts field.
Bet that was painful.
Candle-powered steamboats, that go for hours, amazingly.
Guillemots, on the Jazz World stage.
At last, a Theremin on the Jazz World stage!
Four Poofs and a Piano, singing 'Do you take it up there ar*se?'
At the Banyan Tree Café, home of much open-mike entertainment. Here, a water-bottle acts as a very authentic-sounding stand-in for a double bass.
The Other Stage, on Saturday night.
Mika, in the Dance Village.
Visuals from in the Dance Village.
Outside in the Dance Village.
The Glade.
Hare Krishna tent.
Dance/Fire stage, whose performance started with an absolutely enormous explosion that practically gave everyone a heart attack.
Backstage at the Acoustic Tent.
The Tiny Tea Tent folk on tour.
Invading the skatepark!
Tiny Tea Tenters again. They were great fun.
Drumming at 5am in the Stone Circle.
Fires everywhere at the Stone Circle.
Traditional Sunday morning at the Festival:
This year, the National Youth Orchestra.
Cider (strong) everywhere.
Samba(ish) from Carnival Collective, in the Leftfield.
Me and Shannon, from Seize the Day.
Amazing skills: playing two guitars at once.
George Monbiot.
Tony Benn, for once not telling us how he had left Parli-a-ment to go into politics, but an incredible speech nonetheless.
Tiny Tea Tent! Go there!
Michael Eavis giving his usual Sunday Q&A slot.
Big Brother Pete was there.
300 'marriages' at the Soul Mates tent.
Mark Thomas, on top form as ever.
Keith James doing the Songs of Nick Drake [RIP]. Tear-jerking as ever.
Yummy local cakes.
The Bandstand.
Preacher guy, a familiar face, carrying his cross.
The crowd at the Pyramid Stage, gathered for ...
Shirley Bassey, who was great fun.
The Debtbus.
Mika, who must be gay.
Mika, about to do 'something' to the giant inflatable girl ...
Steve Lawler, top DJ, giving a great set.
The Who, on the Pyramid Stage. Gigantic crowd.
Bootleg Beatles. Brilliant impersonation.
Tent gone for another year.