Right, heres the dramatic Glastonbury flood story, trust me to set up camp in the field that turned into a lake!
It was around 3am in the morning, and having previously taken some mushrooms, me, boyfriend Steve plus camp buddies Jenny and Kirsty were sitting on the Pyramid stage field, smoking a joint, chatting to a random coke fuelled Scottish dude who managed to lose his entourage, watching the lightning fill the sky. The lightning was pretty spectacular, huge thick fork flashes splitting into multiple sections, like neon veins in the sky, the most impressive lightning I've ever seen in the UK. Anyway, the rain hadn't yet started and we were all getting kinda tired so we decided to head back to the campsite.
Everythings normal from here and we just fall asleep, me and Steve in our tent with Jenny and Kirsty's tent next to us.
Woke up at various intervals during the night due to the pounding rain and monstrous thunder, (apparently one of the stages, a beer tent and two tents were struck by lightning), always managed to get back back to sleep. It was around 7am that both me and Steve woke up and couldn't get back to sleep, water was settling underneath our tent which made it feel like a water bed and was starting to seep through to our sleeping bags, this alone was uncomfatable and kinda irritating, it was still pelting it down with rain and Steve decided to go to the toilet.
While he was gone I decided to put my jeans on as it was pretty cold, as I was pulling them up and I heard this gushing noise that was coming from the porch of our tent, I looked over to see about three inches of water floating in and out of the porch, I decided maybe it was time to make a move and get things out, the exact moment these thoughts went through my mind the left side of the tent started to cave in on me, heres me thinking "uh-oh!". It turned out some ditches halfway up the hill we were camped on had burst their banks badly from the terrential rain that was still pouring and showing no signs of stopping. The water overflowing from the ditches had formed a two and a half foot river that was just about to go through our tent! And it did.
I only managed to salvige my shoes and was being pushed down back into the tent by the water going over and through my tent, this was not fun! Luckily, some man helped pull me from out of the tent, before then I did not realise the full extent of the damage being down so was fairly surprised when I was pulled from my water logged tent into a pool!
Where we were the river was about 15 feet wide so there were still tents surrounding the remainders of ours that were barely touched, be it to say if we had camped ten feet to the left or right we would of been alright (grr!), instead of being smack bang right in the middle of it.
Thanks to the Glastonbury spirit some nice men were helping us to salvage as much as we could, our tent was completely demolished, some of the poles had splintered all the way down and pegs were popping out from the strength of the river, we managed to steer our now floating bag of wet shit onto non-flooded ground.
Me and Jenny waded further down the river to look for lost belongings and see the extent of the damage. It was worse. At least where we were it was just a river and quite a lot of people hadn't been affected, but at the bottom of the field it had turned into a MUTHERFUCKING!! lake. Every single tent at the bottom was submerged under water, where we were situated the water was up to our thighs, down here people were struggling to keep their necks above water, complete chaos, haha. There were individuals trying to lift the spirit by floating around on lilos, pretending to surf, there was even people floating around in a canoe.
Needless to say I thought we'd pretty much lost everything so we were laughing ironicallly at the situation at hand. Hardedhardeha!
Well thats the most dramatic of many Glastonbury stories, still ended up having a fantastic, wicked, amazing time.
Had wet feet for two days solid, lost my shoes many time in the mud, we laughed, we cried, we tripped out, we were sober, we lost everything, we found it again, we watched music all day for three days and tripped around the greenfields for two, most of all we survived the first fucking FLOOD & MUD year at Glastonbury.
Every single person there was a trooper!
It was around 3am in the morning, and having previously taken some mushrooms, me, boyfriend Steve plus camp buddies Jenny and Kirsty were sitting on the Pyramid stage field, smoking a joint, chatting to a random coke fuelled Scottish dude who managed to lose his entourage, watching the lightning fill the sky. The lightning was pretty spectacular, huge thick fork flashes splitting into multiple sections, like neon veins in the sky, the most impressive lightning I've ever seen in the UK. Anyway, the rain hadn't yet started and we were all getting kinda tired so we decided to head back to the campsite.
Everythings normal from here and we just fall asleep, me and Steve in our tent with Jenny and Kirsty's tent next to us.
Woke up at various intervals during the night due to the pounding rain and monstrous thunder, (apparently one of the stages, a beer tent and two tents were struck by lightning), always managed to get back back to sleep. It was around 7am that both me and Steve woke up and couldn't get back to sleep, water was settling underneath our tent which made it feel like a water bed and was starting to seep through to our sleeping bags, this alone was uncomfatable and kinda irritating, it was still pelting it down with rain and Steve decided to go to the toilet.
While he was gone I decided to put my jeans on as it was pretty cold, as I was pulling them up and I heard this gushing noise that was coming from the porch of our tent, I looked over to see about three inches of water floating in and out of the porch, I decided maybe it was time to make a move and get things out, the exact moment these thoughts went through my mind the left side of the tent started to cave in on me, heres me thinking "uh-oh!". It turned out some ditches halfway up the hill we were camped on had burst their banks badly from the terrential rain that was still pouring and showing no signs of stopping. The water overflowing from the ditches had formed a two and a half foot river that was just about to go through our tent! And it did.
I only managed to salvige my shoes and was being pushed down back into the tent by the water going over and through my tent, this was not fun! Luckily, some man helped pull me from out of the tent, before then I did not realise the full extent of the damage being down so was fairly surprised when I was pulled from my water logged tent into a pool!
Where we were the river was about 15 feet wide so there were still tents surrounding the remainders of ours that were barely touched, be it to say if we had camped ten feet to the left or right we would of been alright (grr!), instead of being smack bang right in the middle of it.
Thanks to the Glastonbury spirit some nice men were helping us to salvage as much as we could, our tent was completely demolished, some of the poles had splintered all the way down and pegs were popping out from the strength of the river, we managed to steer our now floating bag of wet shit onto non-flooded ground.
Me and Jenny waded further down the river to look for lost belongings and see the extent of the damage. It was worse. At least where we were it was just a river and quite a lot of people hadn't been affected, but at the bottom of the field it had turned into a MUTHERFUCKING!! lake. Every single tent at the bottom was submerged under water, where we were situated the water was up to our thighs, down here people were struggling to keep their necks above water, complete chaos, haha. There were individuals trying to lift the spirit by floating around on lilos, pretending to surf, there was even people floating around in a canoe.
Needless to say I thought we'd pretty much lost everything so we were laughing ironicallly at the situation at hand. Hardedhardeha!
Well thats the most dramatic of many Glastonbury stories, still ended up having a fantastic, wicked, amazing time.
Had wet feet for two days solid, lost my shoes many time in the mud, we laughed, we cried, we tripped out, we were sober, we lost everything, we found it again, we watched music all day for three days and tripped around the greenfields for two, most of all we survived the first fucking FLOOD & MUD year at Glastonbury.
Every single person there was a trooper!
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But no I m actually very pale!!!