AS YOU read this we are at Coombes Farm, near Lancing in West Sussex, in the middle of our Jubilee celebrations! Yes, it’s great to finally be together again for our 25th Glastonwick beer, music, poetry and more beer Festival, delayed by two years due to Covid.

So how did it all begin? The story of Glastonwick is one of a simple, rather obvious but at the time pioneering idea, and this anniversary is a fitting opportunity to (briefly) tell it from the beginning…

In the mid ’90s I’d got fed up performing at great music festivals sponsored by the undrinkable corporate urine of Satan, and attending brilliant beer festivals where the “entertainment” consisted of a blues covers band with all the innovation and energy of a geriatric brontosaurus.