To paraphrase 1998 Pyramid Stage headliner Bob Dylan, the prices, they are forever a-changing.
Back in 1970 when Worthy Farm held the first-ever Glastonbury festival, you only had to cough up a quid for the ticket. For a single pound sterling, you could set up camp, roam the beautiful Mendip fields and collect free milk from the farm’s dairy cows. When people talk about the “good old days”, this is the idyll that I picture.
