My sister recently found a wonderful collection of old photographs. Within the bundle were these absolute treasures. Treasures not only as new images of beautiful Steven, but also because they affirmed some memories - and unlocked some new ones.
One aspect that is still hazy is how Steven got to Glastonbury. My sister, Mark and Sam travelled with my Dad who had been roped into being our responsible adult as I was only 14 or 15 years old - my sister two years older. My recollection is that Steven probably hitchhiked and hopped over the fence. We must have found each other - how without mobile phones is a mystery! And set up camp together.
What I do remember though is bouncing around our first festival with Steven’s infectious joyful energy. We must have been so influenced by the sights, scenes and smells as we were so young. The freedom, creativity, sense of connection with others… we watched films in the night at the outdoor screen and jumped around at the rave outside Joe bananas blanket stall!
So here are some new, old,
images and a little extra sharing of a very special happy time.
With love to you dear Steven. You are still so very present in my thoughts.
Toria x
It occurred to me after I wrote this that Lungu is probably a Zambian name. I was there for just a couple of months but travelling all over doing focus group discussions in villages with a team from the university. Loved the country and the work. Best, david