Her little man had never experienced
the noise, lights and spectacle of a carnival.
So, they headed out on a cold Saturday night,
to join the crowds lining the streets of Glastonbury.
There were some amazing floats ...
... festooned with hundreds of lights,
that briefly warmed the cold, crisp air as they passed by.
Some stood still as statues ...
while others danced.
Still night air,
thick with the smell of candy floss, hot dogs and diesel.
She felt a strange, emotional sense of pride,
and childhood memory
There were floats that made them laugh ...
... and that 'wowed' them.
There were great feats of engineering,
articulated platforms, swinging and sliding.
Amazing creativity and imagination.
Wonderful costumes and make-up.
They joined a crowd of revellers,
on the walk back from Glastonbury to Street.
The road was closed -
the dual carriageway, a noisy sea of happy people.