Glasto Day 2: Mud, Misery and Moss

The rain is here, my Falke tights are now covered in mud and the festival site looks like the chocolate river in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I had two hours sleep even though I went to bed relatively early because the rain, cold and partying campers kept me awake. I miss my Laura Ashley bed and maximum thread count duvet cover. I have spent at least an hour whinging today and hate myself for it. I wish I was a mudfest natural but I really miss wearing high heels!

To try and twist myself into a positive frame of mind I treated myself to a trip to the lovely, chilled Healing Fields, where you can get Indian Head Massages, deep tissue sports massages, aromatherapy, reflexology, meditate and get your tarot cards read. Even though the rain was torrential I became instantly more peaceful, especially as the only sounds there are wind chimes and hushed voices.

After all my luggage woes yesterday and sleeping on an inflatable mattress my back has been pretty achy, so I opted for a Shiatsu massage. I can't believe the peace and tranquility I momentarily found. It was fabulous, and only £10 (most treatments ask for only a charity donation as payment). I guess the Healing Fields are one of those phenomonon that make Glasto so different to other festivals. To keep myself refreshed I've booked myself in for another one tomorrow. I need to find pampering somehow!

And talking of pampering I've found some more a little closer to my PodPad. Just by the Pyramid stage, where all the main acts play, there is a hair salon, complete with hairdressers sinks, straightening irons and hair dryers. It's so popular I couldn't get an appointment until tomorrow which is a shame as I am now in the company of the stiffest competition any festival gal could possibly encounter. Kate Moss sitting about 10 metres away from me as I type hanging out by her boyfriend Pete Doherty's Winnebago.

The Queen of Festival Fabulous is talking on the phone with a cigarette in her mouth wearing a black tshirt, a lilac wrap around cardigan with fluted sleeves and grey skinny jeans. Even though she looks a tiny bit scruffy she seems totally composed, and I notice her Hunter wellies haven't seen a patch blotch of mud yet. I'm going to see if she can give me some tips. I need to learn from the master!