It's my first Glastonbury, and I'm not really sure what to expect. I've heard the stories, brought my pink wig and sparkly wellies. But by the time the festival is in full swing on the weekend there will be as many people here on the farm as the city where I was born.
Months go into the building of the site, 150,000 people arrive for a few days and then the site is dismantled and the cows come back to graze.
Coming to volunteer with Greenpeace I am lucky enough to get into the site the day before the gates open and get a chance to walk around to see what is going on.
This is not like any small city I know. The creativity and energy that has gone into the production of the site is amazing. There are beautiful flags blowing in the breeze in the jazz field, sculptures of cows, gardens, lights projected onto the clouds in patterns across the sky above and spiral sculptures that are lit from the inside. It is magic what people can create in such a short period of time when they work together.