Try a smaller festival first.
Glasronbury is epic in its experience but also in its geography. If you’re loaded you can be comfy. But anything less and you’re in a field,
literally rammed next to other tents (yep, you really are, it’s not like a generic campsite!!) and getting back to said tent when it’s dark, you’re pissed, everyone else is pissed, and it’s literally a mile away is less than joyful. It does seriously dent the enjoyment of the stages.
Then there is the detailed itinerary need. You’ve sold a kidney to get there, your act is on one stage, your mates/DFs is on another. And they are MILES apart. You did your 10,000 steps before the music even started and now you’ve got to work out what you see and do, so you don’t go home having sold said kidney and missing the best of the things you went there for. And that’s on a dry weekend. With rain?? Sheesh.
I’ve been 10+ times. Believe me.
its hayday was years ago. I first went as a child with my musician uncle and mother. Things have changed enormously.
amazing how it looks (and feels) the overall experience isn’t just what you see on the TV. You’ve got to be pretty tough.