What a strange, telescopic week this has been! Short nights, longest days, the city stewed in sunlight while the trains still beneath the pavements. I’ve been mostly trying to remember what it is to go to Glastonbury, where I’ll be when this reaches you. I’ve been covering The Greatest Festival In The World at every instalment since 2014, and three years without one has made it difficult to believe it’s actually happening. Still, I have shoved little balls of socks into wellies and deliberated over footwear, and will undoubtedly cry at least four times over the next three days.
Here’s what’s been good this week: