Sometimes, bad weather and technology don’t get on together. Splendour 2015 was muddy as – so The Newsroom took cheapo disposable cameras.
From the start, it was wet and muddy, and I was glad I’d packed my bright yellow raincoat and my brand new gumboots.
July 24 marked the 15th year of the popular music festival. Those of us willing to sacrifice dry feet and personal hygiene were rewarded with a mega celebratory line up, including: Florence and the Machine, Mark Ronson, Blur, Peking Duck, Porter Robinson, The Wombats, Flight Facilities, Tkay Maidza, Of Monsters and Men, Tame Impala and Alison Wonderland, amongst others.
My Splendour squad and I arrived two days early to set up our tents and extremely large marquee in a tiny sprinkle of rain, before the storm truly began. Getting there early (would 100 per cent recommend it) meant we were a mere five-minute walk from the festival entrance AND had quite a bit of space between our tents. Once we unpacked and settled in, I grabbed my disposable cameras. And the craziness began.
Welcome to Splendour! These signs were all over the campgrounds, so that you and your posse could take a postcard-like photo and commemorate the best week of the year.
The festival opened on Thursday for early birds. On Friday, stalls opened selling everything from vintage denim to gumboots and raincoats for the unprepared.
Day two: blue sky!! The heat dried the mud up a tad and everyone wore shorts like it was summer. Warm weather made the mosh pits unbearably hot and sweaty, but it was better than the rain.
At times it felt more like Splendour in the Mud. Walking and dancing gave you more of a leg workout than any gym ever could. My gumboots, as they were the only shoes I wore the entire week, and probably were the only footwear strong enough to handle the conditions.
The Amphitheatre (the main stage) was filled with festival-goers and had steep hills around it, creating a ditch full of good times. One quick tip – do NOT try and go to the bathrooms (located up a large hill) while The Wombats are playing. You will fall on the huge slope of mud AND miss your favourite song.
The lights on all the stages were absolutely phenomenal. Unfortunately Years and Years had instrumental issues, but with encouragement from the crowd they managed to play a few great songs.
By 5.30am our marquee had collapsed, our clothes and bodies were caked with dried mud, and it was time to leave. By 7am, the convoy was setting off home and we braced ourselves for the 12-hour drive back to Sydney – including a two hour struggle to get out of the mud-logged carpark. By 8pm, I was home in a real bed, with a real shower, and a real toilet. Two days later, I couldn’t wait to go back and do it all again next year. – Photos and words by Lauren Croft