Pottering about the site, every corner turned has its own surprises. Stumbling across the mid ’90s indie chanteuse Isabel Monteiro and her band Drugstore belting out -Superglider’ and other dream-pop classics on the Hub Stage was one notable delight. In the same way you miss more acts than you actually see, it’s the unexpected wanders through Block 9 or the Rabbit Burrows watching Annie Mac or Skream or some psych-rock theatrics or accordion drum n bass that nuance and weave your personal Glastonbury experience. No two people have the same experience, though thousands can share a moment.

As if the entire weekend had been building up to it, well over 100,000 people swamped the Pyramid stage for the legendary Stevie Wonder. Some wondered would they know more than a handful of songs only to find out that not only did they know every single song but that every single song has a place in their lives. This is the magic of an artist like Stevie Wonder, when he plays his Motown hits it’s as if you were there in the ’60s and you’re reminiscing about good times. Little Stevie came out for -Uptight’, -Superstition’ and spread a mass dance off to the groove of the bass. Even the smaltzy -I Just Called’ was performed with such reverence we knew he meant it, from the bottom of his heart. Last year Blur owned the Glastonbury with their raved-about comeback show, this year that moment belonged to Stevie Wonder ‘¦ and Mr. Michael Eavis. When Eavis came on stage the adoration for the man, for the festival, for the memories he helped create, consumed the air. -Happy Birthday’ being sang by 100,000 loved up revellers must have been heard for miles, celebrating the festival that for one weekend of the year is the greatest place on Earth.

Photos: Jason Bryant.