Never Judge A Book By Its Cover.
During yet another tortuous train journey today, a small genteel woman in her sixties sat down opposite me. She was travelling relatively light and I guessed she might be heading for London for a theatre trip. However, as the travel delays developed, it emerged that she was doing something very different.
In response to someone's moan that they were going to miss their connection, she responded that she was unworried as she was headed to the hedonistic Glastonbury Festival and had four days to get there!