Well, to quote the clever clogs at the Q Daily Glastonbury newspaper, which is produced on site for each of the festival's three days, it's 'mud, sweat and beers' on site today - and possibly a few tears - during day three, Sunday. It starts off well enough, with the National Youth Orchestra performing a cleansing classical wake-up to those at the Pyramid stage early morning, and later the wonderful The Waterboys getting crowds to sing along and be cheery. Unfortunately, the dreaded rain is back and looking like it is here to stay. As the day wears on, the rain is now starting to get into collars, down backpacks, up sleeves, into camera lenses and the festival-goers have become branded with free plastic ponchos, with white ponchos from The Guardian newspaper competing for attention with the loud orange offerings from phone company Orange.

The deluge of rain does have one positive aspect - the thick welly-grabbing muck is now becoming liquefied, so rather than risk losing a welly with every step, the danger now is splashing yourself by taking too-big steps, or getting splashed by someone else. The horror.

On Sunday morning, festival organiser Michael Eavis declares the event a huge success, 'despite the rain and mud'. He's pleased to see his £100,000 drainage system working and he thinks the festival compensates for the rain -"It cheers us all up!" He praises his daughter Emily's new area, The Park, saying it worked really well. "It's like a different event - it's so far away and it has the backdrop of the hill behind. She's done a good job." Eavis says he has lined up the big band for next year already - he won't say who but apparently it's not U2 or Muse.

So back to the rest of the day. We did manage to get around a few of the stages, during sunny intervals, though at times it was a struggle to remain upright rather than end up face-down in the muck (still recovering from the er, slight fall, on Friday). A great surprise was seven-piece band Tunng on Avalon Stage at 3pm, playing a few chilled-out tunes and mellow melodies. The band's line-up included a tea-chest player, who was playing an actual wood tea chest, with what looked like two man-hole cover rims attached, a broom handle and a washing line, and it sounded like a very deep bass string. I wonder who invented the tea-chest as an instrument - and how they discovered its musical properties. Seth Lakeman, meanwhile, performs a great outdoor-gig at the Jazz World stage, with a mix of upbeat, folkie tunes. He's followed by the brilliant Tinariwn, who bring the sound of the desert to Somerset.

I take to the Pyramid Stage area for the Manic Street Preachers at 6.30pm on Sunday and am feeling quite smug, sitting there on the hill on a camping chair, beer in hand, free plastic poncho (Lee Jeans) covering all clothing, great view down the hill to the stage, when the chair's owner returns - to kindly evict me (I was sort of minding the chair), but not before plying me with pizza and fresh, hot garlic bread. A chair, beer, hot food and live music - I start remembering that this is a fun festival rather than a mud bath. The Kaiser Chiefs rock the Pyramid Stage at 8pm and thankfully, there are no riots, and The Who headline for the night, rounding off the weekend's entertainment on the main Pyramid Stage.

It's time to check out the seven-venue Dance Village, a group of dance-music themed tents which, with over 200 acts, is like a festival within a festival. Australian duo Pendulum get the crowd totally swinging and hopping to drum'n'bass at the East Stage, while over on the West Stage, Krafty Kuts and MC Dynamite deliver up one perfect set after another. By late into the evening, the rain is pouring down but the mud has turned so liquified, it has an eerie sheen reflecting the large stage lights around the village, which goes on way into the small hours.

So that's it, Glastonbury 2007. Mud and melodies to remember. Roll on 2008!

Yvonne Gordon