Glastonbury Festival has been my spiritual home for a decade now, and judging by the blisteringly fast ticket sellouts months before the lineup drops, I’m definitely not alone in that obsession. This year marked my 10th consecutive Glasto, and after all those dusty miles and sweaty crowds, what keeps me coming back? Sure, you could binge-watch the BBC highlights from …

The time-honoured adage “All good things must come to an end” never rings truer this morning. After three days of maelstromic metal mayhem at Rockharz we have awoken, somewhat blearily eyed, on the fourth and final morning.

As the dust slowly settles and the festivalgoers return to the brutal reality of waiting another year for a musical feast on the Pilton farm,