After days of rainfall, it quite literally shaped the festival. We squelched, we stumbled, we fell over, we slid around. But better to struggle in wellies than watch it on telly!
MUD FOR IT!
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While one VF member is still sporting a cracking forehead wound from sliding headfirst down a muddy hill, other stories make our little incident sound like a stint in a nail salon.
Perhaps the best one comes from one of our message boarders, Hencole. She writes: "I was walking along in the craft area of greenfields when my whole body started to become paralysed and my vision went completely purple.
"I then collapsed in a heap in the middle of a very muddy path. When I came to there were some kind souls asking how I was. I managed with their help to crawl to the side and sat covered in mud unable to move for half an hour.
"I made my way back to the tent after that with no problem and for the rest of the festival I was at one with the mud!"
Many of you did your best to keep as clean as possible, proven by some comedy tip-toeing all weekend (most notably in the hospitality area). Others just made do and tried to keep the muddy ming below waste level. But some of you openly embraced the seas of sludge and were happy to wallow around like pigs in shit!
By Sunday night, it seemed everyone wanted to take home a silt-drenched souvenir (ie themselves covered in mud). Some nutters were seen literally swimming in the stuff and VF heard from one group of mates who said they had about as much mud wedged down the inside of their clothes as on the outside. However, a deceiving mix of mud and excrement in one place near the Pyramid Stage proved not nearly as popular!
In a VF poll, opinion was split down the middle, with almost 45 per cent of you saying the mud was "all part of the fun" and 43 per cent said it "put a slight dampener on things". Fortunately not one of you said it ruined your festival (not even this chap, pictured)!