2016 was a special year for Glastonbury; no, it wasn’t Adele, Brexit or even an anniversary no one knew remembered; last year was special because of the mud.
Yes, the mud. It was beyond horrific, one minute liquid and slippery, the next like quicksand. It didn’t just eat your wellies, your socks and anything you accidentally dropped, it also ate at your soul, turning it as murky brown as the stuff you were covered in.
The horror came back to me yesterday when I was searching through footage for this year (I’m one of the social media volunteers for Theatre and Circus), and then my prayers to the weather gods began for a very dry Glastonbury.
Because I’m a sharing kind of girl, here’s some “highlights” of the mud – enjoy!