Today marks 8 years since my wife, Camila, and I had a ball at Glastonbury. She was METICULOUS about not getting any dirt on her, which was impossible given the downpour. If she got flicked with a bit of mud, she'd get the wet wipes out.
So.... we were rushing at night to get to a band and poor old Camila took a step where she shouldn't have and BAM. She became my mud princess.
Above are some pics of her coping at that moment.