Andrea
“My dear brother Wayne Hamilton who sadly passed away this year went to Glastonbury most years since the very start. In later years he joined the Astrologers and worked as security. He was an amazing artist and musician. He knew many people and I expect many will know him.
This is what Glastonbury means to me, I have never been, but then with his memories I don't need to anymore.
RIP Wayne
Forever in our hearts and memories.
Your loving sister Andrea”
A tribute to Tracy Harrison, by her daughter Lindsey Harrison
“Beep beep coming through mistress of the portaloo. Thats what we used to chant as she would drive through crowds while we cling on to the sides of the land rover to get to our next destination. Everyone who was crammed in the back was so proud of what we did. Clean toilets! you would never see a miserable face from anyone who was doing a shift for Tracy’s Hygiene crew, we used to dance and sing and wear J cloths as hats (clean ones of course), and thats all because my mum was the best boss on the festival site! She had made her mark, she knew just about everyone and if she didn't know you, you certainly would have known her. She would be one of the first on site in March/April and would be one of the last on site.
She dedicated her whole life to Glastonbury it was where she felt at home and no wonder really. She saw some sites, helped many people get out of sticky situations and helped many people bring life into the world (she had delivered a few babies off site, but her most favourite was to one on site in 2013 who is nicknamed Arcadia- mum is a member of her extended family) She managed to deliver this baby in a panda suit. It was her night off (what a night off it was!). She was peoples shoulder to cry on and a face to scream at. She took anything at her and made everything a positive. She was the advisor the mum and the nanna rolled into one.
I have very fond memories of her at Glastonbury as do many others. She was known for her role in the forks which had a mass amount of post it notes to keep track of what she was doing because lets face it, her memory was rubbish. (I wonder how she saw out her window sometimes). She would always put everyone else first and top of that list was Glastonbury. To her very last day on earth she was making sure everything was OK, her role was taken care of, and she managed to visit the site to say her goodbyes. Tracy was and is a very inspirational woman I hear stories prop up about her all the time that I had no idea about even 4 years later. She was and always will be THE mistress of the portaloo. THE mistress of the portaloo.”
Sian Davey
“My first Glastonbury. I was 24 living in Bristol. I caught the train and hung out with a bunch of people on there, one of them gave me 2 strawberry acid tabs. I think I was fairly green at the time because I didn't know what they were.
Arriving at the festival I was with a crew from Bristol, I didn't know them that well so I was determined to find Paddy. This was pre - mobile phone days so I sign posted religiously the whole site, everywhere. The notes wrote 'meet me here on the hour.' I still have one of those handwritten notes. I walked and walked miles posting these up. It was typically torrential rain and my boots kept being sucked up into the sticky mud - and then I tore the anterior muscle in my shin. It was painful, but love is a determined thing. At 1pm i went to the meeting place the Red Cross Tent notice board not imagining that he would be there. But he was. He was there. I hugged his friend Yvonne who had found my note and Paddy and I went off to the festival. I pulled out the strawberry acid tab and we took them. I remember so clearly I had no idea what I was taking. But what followed was the funniest 24 hours of my life. We didn’t stop laughing. Paddy would say to me don't speak to anyone because it won't sound like you think it will. So we arrived in the cinema field and I asked if there was room for me on the bench and I was told there wasn't one.. and so on. We went to the travellers party at the back of the site and I was enveloped in gooey, warm, soft pink marshmallow. We became the most perfect party companions ever.
Paddy and I separated 4 years later. Two years ago I went to see him in his hospital bed for the last time, he had a brain tumour. He died that week. That muscle injury still hurts like hell at times and I'm always transported back to that exquisite weekend with my first true love. ”
