The wet festival and the old lady in wellow,

I am at a festival, and the rain won't stop. There are huge puddles all over the place, and the main stage has been closed down, as well as other areas that are too flooded. My clothes are soaking and I am cold and wet. The rain finally stops, and I remember I have dry clothes in my bag, so I take off all my clothes then and there and get changed into dry things. I am slightly self conscious about my nakedness. This guy does a performance for his friends with his willy - typical glastonbury festival shenanigans, he is singing a song about his willy at the top of his voice while displaying it to the world. His friends are all laughing both with him and at him. -- I'm in wellow and we are round at a ladies house who lives up the village and has been living the good old ways every since she has lived there, - growing vegetables, saving fire wood, conserving energy, living simply. She is showing us round her house, and everything is beautiful and efficient. She is keen on showing us because she knows we are also interested in living in such a way.