Glastonbury 2016 is over, and everyone’s gone home. Michael Eavis has already called 2016 the muddiest year of Glastonbury ever, and it certainly felt like one of the stickier years in recent memory – but what does the site look like when it’s not full of people? It’s not pretty…
The rubbish-strewn area by the Pyramid Stage is seagull heaven when everyone’s gone.
Just like the Glastonbury site, this guy looks a bit worse for wear. We wish him well on his journey home…
Let this be a warning to you: if you stay too long, you may get attacked by the hungry seagull horde.
On the other hand, once you’ve embraced the mud, why not stay a little while? There’s no rush.
It’s all too easy to lose your wellies to the Glastonbury mud, especially after a bit of sun has blasted it into a sticky clay. But if you leave yours behind, they might go to a good cause – last year all the discarded wellies were collected by the Glastonbury staff and given to migrants in Calais.
Still smiling: the Glastonbury spirit in action.
This is one of many reasons why people who bring camping chairs to festivals suck.
There’s a little mound of them here. A sad little mound.
These guys who went for a Monday morning departure are just beginning the long trudge to the car park.
This is the point when you curse your past self for packing so much stuff.
Glastonbury mud is the natural enemy of the wheel. Don’t learn this the hard way.
It’s a muddy exodus, but at least the sun is shining.
Nearly there guys. Nearly there.
Some cars were doomed to gloopy purgatory, until professional help was called in.
But Glastonbury isn’t made of tractors, so some people had to do it themselves. Shouldn’t stop them coming back next year though…