Town near Glastonbury Festival preparing for festival-goers who turn up at the wrong place ‘every year’

Imagine this: you've got about three tonnes-worth of camping gear strapped to your back, enough tinnies to last you a lifetime, portable chargers coming out your ears and sporting a pair of already sweat-filled wellies only to find out you got the wrong address for the legendary Glastonbury Festival

There's one town near the actual site where Glasto takes place which is preparing for festival-goers who turn up at the wrong place 'every year'.

Residents are currently bracing themselves for the annual batch of confused revellers who innocently arrive in a town nearby expecting a music festival.

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The first festival at Worthy Farm was originally called the Pilton Pop, Folk and Blues Festival.

Unlike today's world-famous festival boasting big name line-ups, gourmet food stalls and, of course, glamping tents - the original Glasto was attended by a tiny 1,500 people, with admission at a quid which included free camping and free milk.

Not a bad offer at all.

While over 200,000 people now attend the fest, which first took place in the late summer of 1970, it's clear a few slip through the cracks.

One resident from the town of Glastonbury - which is actually miles from the festival's site in a place called Pilton - has since revealed just how amused he is to always see unknowing music-lovers rock up to the Somerset town 'laden with tents, boots and rucksacks'.

David MacGeoch, vicar of Glastonbury, has often had to redirect lost attendees to the actual festival - located a whole nine miles east of the historic town.

Speaking during a special BBC Radio 4 broadcast from St John's Church in Glastonbury on Sunday (18 June), he said: "This Wednesday (21 June) will be no exception to what I see every year at the start of Glastonbury Festival."

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The vicar continued: "Out of my window, I watch a number of parents in their cars, dropping off their youngsters laden with tents, boots and rucksacks, and as I walk down the roadside, an excitable young person will ask 'which way to the festival?'

"I should say that at the same time, their family have now driven off. With a smile on my face, I say it's nine miles that way and it's on Worthy Farm in a little village called Pilton."

MacGeoch added: "You can see the dismay on their faces. But they do cheer up when I direct them to the nearest bus stop."

Well, I wonder how many weary-eyed travellers looking to get cracking with their Glasto antics MacGeoch will have to redirect today...