MUD, GLORIOUS MUD
by Just George The great British summer has got underway with sun, sea and sand for good cheer. First stop is Stonehenge to greet the new dawn of the longest day in the year. To stand in the rain for the whole of the night frozen right through to the blood. But dawn’s not much fun, there’s no sign of the sun, just acres of glorious mud. Mud, mud, glorious mud, put on your wellies and wade in the flood. What a hodgepodging, just get used to plodging, there’s no way of dodging that glorious mud. So next off to Buddhafield for a spiritual week, chanting the mantra of om. No need to wait for the mud to arrive it was already there when we come. As the days came and went, it got worse and worse, but we did the best that we could. Oh what a tra’ma, the kama and dharma were swimming away in the mud. Mud, mud, glorious mud, put on your wellies and wade in the flood. Oh give me the savoir to un-bog my red car and get myself far from this glorious mud. The Green Gathering wasn’t especially green, more of a murky wet brown. With a dirty great rip in the top of my tent and relentless rain hammering down. But we spread all our greenness all over the world, We all did the best that we could. And in that directive, we were quite effective, for we’d nothing left there but mud. Mud, mud, glorious mud, put on your wellies and wade in the flood. So don’t be a flyweight, take care of the climate, then you’ll always be my mate in glorious mud. At Beautiful Days they have bands that can rock and an amplifying machine. And the music blasts out all over the field through the biggest loudspeakers you’ve seen. And the trumpets and saxes wail out their songs While the basses go thud, thud, thud, thud. And it is quite entrancing to see people prancing and dancing away in the mud. Mud, mud, glorious mud, put on your wellies and wade in the flood. But you have to be picky, for the mud’s now quite sticky, and dancing is tricky with your feet stuck in mud. At Sunrise off-grid we assume the sun rose, though we didn’t see much through the rain. And the cats and the dogs that came down for the week made it quite muddy again. So get out of the wet and work up a sweat round a fire piled high with wood. For the storm is a pelter, so you would do well ter get inside and shelter away from the mud. Mud, mud, glorious mud, put on your wellies and wade in the flood. So don’t be a bummer and make yourself glummer, just enjoy the summer of glorious mud.
The end