The quagmire returns
‘The chances of getting a heavy downpour are quite small’, said a Met Office spokesman yesterday.
Last night was the meanest, loudest, heaviest and longest thunderstorm I can ever recall.
From about 4am to 11am,the rain thudered, nay, cascaded down on my beleaguered tent.
Almighty claps of thunder guaranteed that sleep was all but a distant hope as the heavenly pyrotechnics did their worst.
When I finally emerged from my tent, the whole field was covered in a 5cm layer of water, rapidly turning into the trademark Glasto sludge.
The rain’s finally stopped, but the paths are already turning into ankle deep rivers of mud. I suspect it’s going to get worse.
Will it spoil my enjoyment of the weekend? Will it fuck. Let’s party!