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The stages are being dismantled, the last stragglers are leaving the site and the sheep are nervously making their way back to the fields of Avalon... With Glastonbury over for another 12 months, here are the links to all our reviews from year's festival. Glastonbury Day 1: Blondie, New Build, East India Youth

The witching hour draws near on Sunday night in Glastonbury. Time for local heroes Massive Attack to bring the noise to the Other Stage before it goes dark for another year.

With Glastonbury building up to its grand blow-out finale, now is the time to tick off the traditional Sunday evening checklist.

Mid afternoon at Glastonbury, and anticipation for the traditional Sunday singalong slot is tangible.

So it turns out John Lennon was right after all. You really can get a tan from standing in the English rain.

Scowling down from the Other Stage, the Pixies are not looking for our love.

Jack White did not come to Glastonbury for the magical healing vibes. Good.

Glastonbury can be a cruel mistress, punishing us with her ever changing moods. This morning brought thunderbolts and lightning, very very frightening. Now the sun is ablaze across the festival, and the pre-Metallica mood is incongruously mellow to the max.

Who's got the cleanest boots in the rain-sodden, mud-slicked Vale of Avalon this weekend? Kelis, that's who.

I love the smell of Glastonbury in the morning. It smells like... OK, not quite victory. But not quite defeat either. More like bacon, coffee, marijuana, mud, sweat and beers. And, there is no getting away from it, cow shit...