Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England

Soggy Saturday


It poured with rain here this morning, now that’s ‘grand as owt’, if you are a sluglett,


but a bit miserable for the rest of us.

Joe had to be in a wood somewhere in the middle of Cheshire, by 09:15 for a paint-ball party, fortunately the weather was better over there: we took the satnav, but forgot the charger, so we arrived by my, ‘I think it must be this way’ vibe  and Toms map reading skills.

Wow, paint-balling, whole different world (what ever happened to musical chairs and pass the parcel in the village hall for a kids birthday, it’s certainly got to be cheaper than paint-balling) the place was heaving, people, mainly grown men, were arriving by the score and even the coach load; the hosts generously  asked  Tom to join the party for the day, his eyes lit  up like he had been hooked up the national grid.

Soggy poppy

Back home the house was cold, I was cold; the house lacked the hug of warmth that the Aga would have provided on such a miserable day. Normally I would have put the heating on for a couple of hours, to take the edge off the chill, but after the sort of week that courts domestic crisis, it comes as no surprise that our oil tank has sprung a leak, so we’ve no heating; a new tank and a bill for £1000 will arrive next week. Lighting the log stove seemed to brighten things.

When I returned to the woods this afternoon to collect my boys I was a little startled by just how many men seemed to be stood around in the car park with their trousers round their ankles! There were more thighs and buttocks on parade than at the average fell race, I hasten to add the men were getting changed from their muddy paint sodden gear before the drive home to their real world.

Tom and Joe had a fantastic time, they are totally exhausted, so am I come to that, an early night for us all I think.


Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

7 thoughts on “Soggy Saturday

  1. Glossing over the rain and the leaking oil tank and going right to the pretty thing . . . those salmon colored petals (iris?) look like the most romantic of ballerina gowns. Clearly the ballerinas must be dancing for Neptune.

  2. More good pics
    Well i raced this morning and yep got soaked. Nothing like a good downpour. I only tried that paintball thing once , ouch.

  3. As a fell runner’s other half surely you must be used to the sight of half clad people in car parks…

    • Let’s just say they were a different ‘profile’ of backsides! The guys, many of whom, because I’d got the camera in my hand (to photo the birthday boy and his guests) wanted me to photo their bruises! But there are some things a mum just shouldn’t do in front of her kids and their school mates and taking photos of men’s bums is one of them, even if she has a hungry blog to feed 🙂

  4. Did the boys have a bevvy of new bruises and war wounds? I remember doign paint ball at uni and coming back black and blue! Bloody hurt!

  5. I like this Soggy poppy photo a lot!

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