Glastonbury, you beautiful, beautiful thing. Arguably the greatest festival on the planet, whether it's your first time or your fifth time, there's absolutely no denying that once you walk onto the hallowed grounds of Worthy Farm, you're going to have a ball. This year was a weird one, though. People who made the pilgrimage on the Wednesday hoping to get there early were sending through savage reports of 12 to 20-hour queues due to flooding and rain. The queues are bad enough but the talk of torrential amounts of rain and no solid ground underfoot was enough to scare even the most weathered Glasto veteran.
You can't really talk about this year's festival without the mention of Brexit, either. Once we arrived on Thursday afternoon (a painless three-hour journey from station to site via the train, cheers), we pitched up our tent and got stuck in but the feeling that the country was on the verge of something potentially very scary was hard to ignore. It got to around 3am and people started to get nervous but that didn't stop hundreds of thousands of dancers throwing caution to the wind and partying hard anyway. Once the morning rolled around, we were awoken from a deep sleep at 8am to the voice of someone in the tent next to us saying "We're out".
Those words would reverberate around our heads and our beloved Glastonbury site for the duration of the festival but that again is the beauty of the best festival in the entire world; that even something so upsetting and so mind-numbingly hard-to-comprehend wouldn't get us down. If we pick any location in the world to be in when that news broke, it would be in Pilton, surrounded by a field of generally like-minded individuals who weren't going to let anything get in the way of a damn good time.
So fuck the mud, fuck the rain and fuck Brexit, we had an absolute ball at Glastonbury. So let's celebrate the good times. This is the music that made us quiver, that made us dance and that made us realise that we were all very lucky people to be smiling together in the field of dreams. Until next time Glasto. Words: Funster
Funster is Mixmag's Digital Music Editor, follow him on Twitter here
Dave Turner is Mixmag's Digital News Editor, follow him on Twitter here