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It’s midday at Glastonbury and I am splayed like a starfish on my back. Looking up at a tarpaulin tent ceiling, I am in fits of laughter, my eyes streaming as I shriek and guffaw. Around me are jittering bodies, all squished together like sardines, and each one groaning and whooping, forming an eerie, cacophonous din. No, I am not lost in a nightmarish magic mushroom trip – I am merely in a ‘laughter yoga class’ in Glastonbury’s Healing Fields.

Harriet Kean experienced laughter yoga at Glastonbury

Harriet Kean

Spearheaded by the enigmatic Laura ‘Bam Bam’, a ‘kambo’ practitioner by trade, laughter yoga is just one of the many spiritual offerings at Glastonbury’s 50th anniversary festival. ‘Laughing is so important,’ says Laura, who was practising at the Healing Fields for the fourth time. ‘It releases lots of good hormones and gets more oxygen around your body. It can help you feel better after missed sleep or a night of heavy drinking.’

She’s not wrong. After spending an hour laughing into hysteria, my tequila-induced hangover is almost gone. I feel featherlight and sprightly, ready to tackle another day at Glastonbury, which entails stomping 40,000 steps in Doc Martens platform boots (and my eco-nylon outfit from techy brand, 101%) and navigating through swarms of 200,000 ecstatic people.

Back after a two year pandemic-induced hiatus, Glastonbury is total magic, but also a lot to handle. The Healing Fields, with its plethora of psychics, homoeopaths, massage therapists and tarot readers (all working on a donation based system, with 15 per cent of the profits going back to the festival) is there to offer respite. A peaceful vibe away from Shangri La’s pounding techno, I can see why it provides a haven – especially to those in the throes of an existential comedown.