Glastonbury at dawn. Thin mist peels slowly from rheumy slopes, stealing sheepishly through tents, between the toes of dormant revellers. Tottering across a grassy car park, the actor Denzel Washington tries to eat a flapjack.
As I gaze across this tranquil landscape, silent apart for the muffled throb of distant beats, my mind is a temple of clarity. All the voices dissipate into a ocean of calm, leaving one pure and essential question: should I have ordered that extra roll of 44" Hahnemuhle Photo Rag for the print lab before I left?
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