Monday 25 January 2010

Mudlarks....Or Not



The sun came out on Saturday, suddenly making the idea of frisking about the countryside sound rather appealing. Almost twelve hours of sleep the night before had rebooted my perkiness levels too.

But by the time we got out to our chosen bucolic spot, the sun had finished teasing us and retreated to put his feet up and have a cup of tea. The river bank got muddier and muddier, the stiles more difficult to get over, and as my energy levels went into a vertiginous decline the sky took on a steely hue and a bitter wind blew up. The landscape looked so bleak that by the time we decided to turn back, I wouldn't have been surprised if we'd stumbled upon some Dickensian urchins living in a shack.

It was one of those moments, which if you put into a story people would slate it as unbelievable overkill - look we can see she's exhausted and feels like the piffling distance back to the car might as well be 10 miles, we don't need to see her struggling to remove her wellington boot from a patch of particularly glutinous mud, and as for the general sense of desolation, come on! What I was thinking, however, was more like, OK universe, YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME.

Anyway, check out slices of the world this week.

9 comments:

  1. Does sound like a tiring adventure! Great shot though! Hope you have a great week!

    Sylvia

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  2. Great description of your mood and the changing colors of Mother Nature.

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  3. wow, it does feel like winter...still have a nice hot pot of coffee ready for us visitors, any cookies to?

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  4. Did you run across Heathcliff on the moors?

    Sounds like your illness earlier in the week diminished your stamina for mud-wallowing.

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  5. LOL! But just look at the gorgeous photo you managed to shoot...

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  6. Pat - the only thing we ran across was an already squashed pheasant on the drive there! ;)

    Fi - I'm glad you like the photo as it's the only one I took! I was so paranoid about tripping in the mud and dropping my camera - not to mention that my fingers were not enjoying being out of the gloves.

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  7. Hey, sometimes nature actually is overkill!

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  8. Aww poor pheasent, nice shot though.

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  9. Gee, I was hoping to see a photo of one of the Dickensian urchins.
    Love your description of this outing, although I guess it wasn't so pleasant at the time.

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