collecting aunty Karen at 0430
There are many people in my friends-and-relations who think we are nuts for taking the kids to Glasto, indeed, for going at all.
This year, the weather for the first 3 days, lived up (down (pour)) to everyone’s worst expectations of the festival. From biblical shower (as in “in the shower”) rain when bringing kit onto site, to grey wafting drizzle, we saw every type of rain and every type of mud. Karen at one point suggested that by the end of the week we would have as many words for mud as Eskimos have for snow. It’s fair to say we didn’t have enough energy to think about it too hard.
by the John Peel stage
It was rare that the mud was actually deeper than Joel’s wellies, although it was touch & go sometimes.
10 muddy boots
Plus Lily liked squelching through the mud, which was as hazardous as her grumpy mother predicted…
the consequence of overbalancing in the mud
However, after a couple of days and much schlupp-schlupping, the sun came out and started the drying out process.
kaggs & jude
the glasto beard at glasto
It came back briefly, to give Bono a shower, but steve was prepared for a wet evening…
going to see the U2s
But the sun came out, and it was all lovely.
pink castle in sunshine
smore like it
en route to see The Elbows
sonic forest in Bella's field
inflatable pyramid
…but it remained a bit muddy.
Overall, where last year’s Glasto was a warm very long walk in the park for increased fitness, this year was more resistance training and weight lifting (it remains a very loooooong way from the car to the campsite, and Steve parked… even further away).
Lily & Joel's favourite view