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

Pot of Gold


Only time for a quick whiz up the hill today. With Spud hogging the shots, as usual.

Spud, stick and rainbow-2

I will get out and about more soon, the end is in sight.  Of course, I could have joined the rest of the world today and gone to town Christmas shopping.

Christmas shopping-2

But I’d rather be in the hills.

Spud and I would like to apologise to the small girl in the lavender coloured anorak, as it was obvious that the two muddy foot prints he planted on said anorak were not appreciated. The girls mother briskly took a tissue to the muddy bits and shot us a frosty stare; Spud and I exited stage left.

It was destiny I should be the mother of boys, I don’t have an issue with mud, except on the kitchen floor.


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.

12 thoughts on “Pot of Gold

  1. Christmas shopping? God bless broadband and DHL.

  2. A bit of mud never hurt! In fact its good for you!! Theres no pleasing some people!

  3. Look what is at the bottom of the rainbow! A beautiful dog! Who would have thought that would be the “pot of gold”?

  4. Maybe she’s the exception that proves the rule, but my wee girl would have been thrilled to bump into Spud, muddy paws and all. She absolutely loves dogs, and cheerfully accepts the boxer along the road planting mucky feet on her, then rubbing a bit of drool on her sleeve for good measure!

    Mind you, I’m one of those weirdo mums – I don’t care if the kids play in the dirt, because it all washes off.

  5. Laughing at the Mud thing with Spud
    I ran with Badger tonight and MUD certainly was on the agenda.
    Badger swished his tail in my mums kitchen and there was mud everywhere. ooops but she just laughed.

    Christmas Shopping
    Ive tried and a bit like normal shopping ive had to sit in the van and not been able to face it. I hate it.
    Modern Chrismas has become all about consumerism. I wonder.
    And also I wonder when this rain is going to stop.

  6. Living in the country with 3 boys and a grey/white floor, I’ve done my share of floor washing, but it’s never been an issue. There are worse things in this world than mud.

    I’d rather be in the hills or the woods than out shopping too.

  7. Wondering if you meet up with a leprechaun guarding that Pot’o Gold at the end of the rainbow. Or did Spud chase him away? 🙂

  8. They grow up so fast – doesn’t Spud look grand!
    I didn’t notice any mud, but I see the snowflakes are back.
    For you UHDD, and all the dog lovers reading this, is this great video currently making the rounds over here – Snow Dog .

  9. Oops, sorry – that didn’t work.
    Copy and paste the link. It’s worth it.

  10. Miss Sadie, the Cowboy and I have been having Issues with our internet service, but here we are, weighing in late anyway. We wish to know . . . what is the issue with mud, please? (We find the Internet Issues intractable and confusing, and fear that another set has emerged on our horizon.)

    Thank you for the rainbow. We collect them, as you collect rock specimens, and this was a particularly fine example.

  11. Hi, I just found you via Slow Lane Life. Lovely blog and beautiful photos!
    I add myself to those that would be pleased to have my lavender anorak muddied by such a wonderful dog.

  12. You think an anorak is bad? Not that long ago Henry put a pawprint on some poor woman’s bottom…..

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