Glastonbury
Got there on the Wednesday in glorious sunshine. We'd got tickets, we'd bought a tent, we'd carried it an hour to our campsite.

Nothing was really set up but we wandered round enjoing the sight of it all being built, the campsite fun, etc.

Thursday was spent working out what we were going to see and how much fun it would all be. Saw some craziness, drank lots of Brothers cider and went to bed happy as festival virign could be.

Friday was the worst rain ever. It started at 1am and was still going 10 hours later - it made a monsoon want to hang it's head in shame. Mrs WM was crying her eyes out as she was so unhappy, we had the only waterproof tent so the rest of our mates wanted in.

We tried to get out of our camp area and to the stalls to buy wellies and pretty much needed boats. A decision was made - we left.

We left the tents, the duvet, the sleeping bags and took only what we could reasonably carry with us. Her in her pink wellies, me wrapped in bags muttering the words 'thought i'd be able to get wellies here (I could but by the time you got there you were so muddy and wet it was pointless).

We crossed the entire site in 2 hours, avoiding overflowing cesspits, knocked over toilets, miles of flooded tents and destruction. It was like Paris on steroids - rivers of brown shit and slush everywhere.

Taking the train home (our mates had decided to stay) we heard that half the stages were underwater and damp and everything would be late/cancelled, etc. We both felt terrible, it was like the walk of shame without the sex.

Got home and decided the £500 we'd drawn out would be blown on the best weekend we could manage. We spent the next few days drunk and eating amazing food in a 5 star hotel in London.

A fortune spent on tickets and camping gear and the only music we heard the whole time; Nice weather for ducks by Lemon Jelly.
(Wooden meal is. Or is he?, Thu 4 Jun 2009, 16:45, 2 replies)

2005 I presume?
Twas a tad moist... we had a river flowing through our camp site that morning. It had missed our tents by about two metres...

Our tent on the left:



Standing on the Railway Line... the water was as deep as some tents were high, all from a single night's rain:


( chart cat has an itch, Fri 5 Jun 2009, 8:52, closed)

Aye
Thats the one!

Yeah we had a small river a few metres away too, so it didnt matter if you didn't get wet from rain you'd get wet on the way out/in the tent
(Wooden meal is. Or is he?, Fri 5 Jun 2009, 12:51, closed)