Great British public, so not great British weather

Taken at the Galtres Festival in Yorkshire where it rained constantly for the first day and most of the others - that was what the mud looked like whenpeople were arriving, you can imagine how it was by the end of the festival.

Almost forgot the poem:

Whatever the weather (and it's usually rain)
the festival-goer (who must be insane)
will gladly put up (in fact we excel)
with a wee bit of mud (in spite of the smell)