What Glastonbury looks like once everyone goes home

F Scott Fitzgerald once wrote “the loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly” – which is also a fairly accurate representation of how you feel on the morning you have to leave Glastonbury. The once green fields have become a boggy hellscape. Mud is caked to every inch of your body. Your tent, your trolley, your psyche, all are potentially irreparably damaged. You move on autopilot, trudging grudgingly back towards real life.

It’s pretty grim to be honest. Look at these pictures and console yourself that, even if you didn’t get tickets to the muddiest Glastonbury in the 46 year history of the festival, even if you didn’t get to go, at least you don’t have to come back through this.