How does 11am on the second day sound? Probably quite respectable if you need a stint in the Priory for your three day old laughing gas and cider addiction. But if an early morning phone call and invitation to a round of golf is more tempting than the aural ecstasy of Guillemots and Iggy & The Stooges then some might say you're not worthy of a camping spot near Worthy Farm.
Ian Mercer, 43, was adamant it was nothing to do with age or the mud that sent him, his wife, Susan, and 10-year-old son Robert packing. "It's been fun and my wife thinks we should probably stay", he said, "but she understands that golf comes first." He was woken by a call from a mate inviting him to a round tomorrow at a course in Cheshire. "Having had two nights here, the chance of a game of golf and a night in bed and a bath sounds a good option."
That may sound incriminating but I'm not judging Ian - he was kind enough to give me two pillows and a camping mattress. And the space he's vacated will come in useful for a campfire.
