There is ONLY one place on earth that sounds like this, only one festival where this sound can put a smile on your face, only one particular clay bowl with an 11km perimeter where you can proudly point out mud on a rucksack to fellow campers and be able to state what year is became attached to it, only one crazy place where you can stand there and compare notes with other mad fools discussing and trying to predict what level of mud will occur by how much and what type of rain falls from the sky after years of practise and experience!
Just listening to the beginning of the Julien Temple film gives me the warm and fuzzies.
There really is NOTHING quite like Glastonbury Mud I even own a mug made from the stuff!
Yes it can be bloody horrible stuff at times, but learn to love it and embrace it, figure out how to do and then perfect the Glastonbury Mud Shuffle, hope for more wet rain or a blast of warm sunshine to either keep the mud/clay flowing so you can move though it or dry it up tout suite so you can walk on top of it and not get stuck any longer.
Years of practice and tolerance can help but once you have experienced the wonderful beauty that is the clay that makes up the bulk of the soil under your feet, you are a changed person. You are strong, you CAN get through this, you WILL get through it, you wont let a little bit of mud ruin your week.
The mud wont kill you, it might knacker you out for a bit and you might not be able to sit down as much as your would like, but never give up. Keep smiling and laughing. The festival will still be the greatest place on the planet at every moment.
You dont 'go' to Glastonbury...you 'survive' it!
BRING IT ON! There is NO such thing as a wet festival - just inappropriate clothing my friends.
I'm still only packing my sundresses btw!
NFRNFC and all that jazz



















