Mud

So you've been to a festival? I am very happy for you. Of course I want to see your pictures of distant stages in the middle of the night, and I'm sure that it really was far muddier even than the snapshot of half immersed director's chair can show. It's true, you really had to be there.

But I wasn't. So you just wait until next year, and then we can have hours of fun comparing long-drop anecdotes and remeniscing about the hare crishnas.

In the meantime mud is just mud*. I saw plenty of my own at the allotment this weekend, AND I planted more than an upturned wellie, but you're not interested in seeing a picture of that, are you?

*Unless there is some sort of bathing, of course.

Ps. I realise that I am being just a tad glastenvious, and also a hypocrite because I am also going to a festival this year. But I PROMISE not to take or show pictures of festival mud. Allotment mud, on the other hand....