I'm back, and I survived!

I'm back, and despite the weather, I survived my first ever camping at a festival experience. For the last 4 days, this is where I have been:Bestival - or perhaps now renamed Worstival - and really this was just down to the weather, which was frankly foul. This was the order of the day: - It was like this every day, for 4 whole days, with plenty of wind and rain thrown into the mix.
Pitching the tent was like flying a kite - the wind was so strong and the rain was so heavy, and we were soaked to the skin and freezing cold. I just wanted to pack up everything and come home again, but frankly I was a bit too stubborn to give in.
Spending days wading through mud in various stages from sloppy to clay-like, I have found muscles that I never knew I had.

Some pics of our time away: a novel/eco way to charge your mobile phone. These people were peddling away for about 30 mins at a time:I would probably say I was enjoying myself 50% of the time - but the mud, wind and rain did make it very hard to enjoy the whole experience. I have worn nothing but wellies for 4 days - and simple things like shoes, warm dry clothes, hot showers and a warm dry bed really do seem to be a luxury now that we are home. I haven't been put off camping, but I'd definitely think twice before going to another festival.

Also, on a slightly more positive note this is my 200th post. If you'd like to get your hands on some monda goodness (as yet unmade - although I could cobble together a pair of soggy muddy socks - I have these a plenty!) then just drop me a comment on this post by Friday at 6pm (UK time) and I'll find some kind of creative way to choose a winner at random.