It’s an inevitable fact of life that if you go to Glastonbury, you will return home caked in at least 10 inches of mud, dirt and any discarded beer cans and cigarette stubs that get trapped in between. Don’t let that kill your vibe, though – just go with it and you’ll still have the best weekend of your life. Until next year, that is.
Mud! Glorious mud! As usual, Worthy Farm is covered in the stuff, but that isn’t stopping anyone on site from partying hard – with or without their wellies.
Let’s face it, both rum and ale are 100 per cent worth wading through these pools of dirt for.
Ah, you can practically hear that sweet squelchy sound of rubber shlepping through disgusting, sticky mud.
It’s always best to come well-equipped in the footwear department when you’re headed to Glastonbury. Imagine wearing sandals in this.
This guy is absolutely loving life, even though his lovely white t-shirt is going to be covered in splatters of mud in a few hours time.
Did some brave soldiers just acknowledge the fact they were going to get muddy whatever they did and decide to fully embrace that?
This sad swan slowly deflating into the swamp is basically all of us on Monday morning.
You might forget what colour your boots were originally by the end of the weekend, but if your shoes haven’t turned brown by Monday morning (or within five minutes of being on site) you’ve been doing it all wrong.
Get trained in wading through the Glasto mud early on and you’re set for life.
As it turns out, even wellies can be used to make a political statement when your whole country fucks up. Who knew?!
Beware of mud soup: mud soup is very sploshy.
You think someone’s just left their chair here, but no: they were lost to the mire.
When walking in mud of this viscosity, it’s important to take breaks.
By the time it comes to leave the mud behind, you’ll almost feel like you miss it. Almost.