Yesterday's summer solstice was greeted by brave souls who left their tents at stupid o'clock in the morning. Reactions to the celestial event were mixed, but by all accounts the cloud cover made it somewhat less than spectacular. Changeable is probably the best word to describe the weather and while the rivers of mud that made Glastonbury 2005 so memorable have yet to appear, persistent showers have turned the ground into something resembling chocolate soup.
But the fun continues and the site is rammed - a casual scan reveals very few places left in the nearby camping sites. I've spent the morning filming short interviews in which festival goers commit themselves body and soul to I Count. These films will be playing out on the big stages between acts, with not-so-subliminal messages beaming out to the audience about signing up to find out more about combating climate change in their own lives. Glastonbury organisers have thrown their weight behind the campaign and the aim is to get 100,000 people signed up at the festival. Ambitious, but if we want to beat climate change that's how we've got to think.
See what's going on over at our Flickr and moblog pages, but I'm off to brave the mud and see if I can catch Kasabian and Bjork.
