When I stayed in Glasto, it was in a B&B granny flat run by a sweet old couple.
In the evening between about 8 and 10pm, a family of badgers would arrive to eat from a plate of offcuts from the butcher that the ole fella placed in the middle of the lawn.
Saw a fox nicking some of the grub the first night too.
It were better than Glasto Tor etc. (I only really liked those old old trees 'Gog & Magog' by the caravan site round the back - all the rest was touristed-out.)
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Moth
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