Glastonbury festival holds a special place in my heart. It’s the most wonderful, hilarious, emotional, roller coaster of craziness I’ve ever witnessed and every year I pack the van and head down to Pilton to spend a week revelling in not being a grown up.

This last couple of years I’ve had the pleasure of hanging out with The New York Brass Band as I follow them round documenting their experience of the festival and making short videos.

Over five days I shot 13 of their gigs, plus a little excursion up a famous hill for a pop up gig, watched them open and close Truth Stage in Shangri-La, made Greenpeace stage heave and T&C bounce. From the police joining in our set, to jamming with the incredible Brass Funkeys at 4am, it was just the best bloody time. I’ve walked over 60 miles carrying gear in 30 degree heat and danced til my feet throbbed.

Of course, it wasn’t all work… there was a lot of fun backstage and our time off from shooting meant we could catch some other amazing music and theatre.

Massive thank you to James and Sally who run the band for letting us hang out with them, to the dancing girls Lynda and Nikki for love and glitter, and to my bezzie Vicki for endless cider, carrying round my gear, ensuring my face was stuffed with biscuits and battenburg, and for generally looking after my welfare and making sure I was in the right place at the right time. Shout out to Carly who managed to take an hour off enjoying the festival to grab a couple of shots of me onstage with the band and for dragging me to drum n bass clubs at 6pm (I should probably mention Bev here too who became my second photography assistant and carried not only my gear but me around at various points!).

And finally, to the band who have to put up with me sticking my lens in places it probably isn’t wanted. shoving past them on stage, allowing me to provide non amplified backing vocals of dubious quality, and being THE MOST FUN you can have with your glittery Glasto clothes on.