The quagmire returns
‘The chances of getting a heavy downpour are quite small’, said a Met Office spokesman yesterday.
Yeah, rrrright.
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!
Related posts:
Glastonbury 2004, Day 4 – medieval
Glastonbury 2005: Friday: Mud, rivers and sunshine
London rain: six rain-drenched scenes from the capital’s streets
Heavy rain over Brixton town
Glasto Refuseniks, Last Stand at the Alma and south London DJ nights
Rain at last in Brixton (and hailstones!)
Wandsworth Town station in the early evening rain
