Turn Left at the Womble 2-Glastonbury mud

I thought it was a good time to post a short extract from the follow-up to "Turn Left at the Womble-How a 48 year-old Dad survived his first time at Glastonbury". A work in progress at the moment and due for competion sometine around Christmas or February or Easter. All a bit fluid at the moment.Unlike the Glastonbury mud. (See below).

Once through the gates there was an extremely lethal and odd puddle to traverse before heading towards the rest of the festival site. It was more like a small pond rather than a puddle and there was literally no way around it as it stretched the full width of the field as you got through the gates. It was the colour and consistency of hot chocolate but was a bit colder. It was hard to judge how deep it was and it was only by gauging how far it went up people’s wellies as they struggled through it that I could tell. It was the oddest thing though, not exactly muddy and just like a pond. Although  I saw many varieties of mud at Glastonbury that year, I never came across anything like this anywhere else.  Plenty of sticky mud, gloopy mud, slimy mud, muddy mud, but nothing like this Ovaltinely horror. (Oh, how quickly I became an expert on such matters. That’s what Glasto is all about-forget all the music, good times, reckless hedonism and the like-mud-spotting is the way to go kids.) I watched people carrying their rucksacks, cases of cider, tents, prams and children over their heads as they gingerly walked through the pond. It was like some surreal outtake from a Vietnam movie and instead of soldiers wading through the minor tributaries of the Mekong Delta with their rifles over their heads, here I was observing Glastonbury grunts doing something very similar. Maybe Oliver Stone could do a Glastonbury film. Or Coppola-“the horror, the horror” etc.

Turn Left At the Womble here:

UK:

 http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B0060YCKGW 

US:

http://www.amazon.com/Turn-Left-The-Womble-Glastonbury-ebook/dp/B0060YCKGW