Uphilldowndale

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

Don’t Mention the Mud

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The continuing gloopy adventures of a walk in Dorset.

We thought by the time we reached the Smugglers Inn, that there could be no more mud left in Dorset to wade through, we’d already walked down a track that literally flowed with the stuff, no photos, I was too busy trying to stay on my feet.

We managed to clean Spud and our boots sufficiently to be allowed entry to the pub and as the route back to Weymouth was along the coast path we thought we’d fair a little  better, after all, you’d think the water would flow to the sea from there wouldn’t you?

Tom and Spud, take to the coast path.

Coast path-2

So far so good, scores and scores of rabbits for Spud to chase

Coast path 2-2

Then things got a little trickier; we’d long since given up on trying to keep our feet clean, staying upright with some dignity was all that remained. This was not easy. The only way down this stretch was to straddle the path

Coast path 3-2 

This could only be achieved by adopting the gait of a saddle sore penguin (did I mention dignity?) And the only things to grab hold of, to steady yourself? Brambles, blackthorne and barbed wire.

Don’t mention the mud

Coast path 6-2

 

Tom found a friend in the brambles and blackthorne,

Coast path 4-2

Very cute

Coast path 5-2

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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.

11 thoughts on “Don’t Mention the Mud

  1. i got my boot stuck in the mud at bonzo’s field this morning and very nearly toppled face first into hideous goo! its all very messy just now.

  2. Wow, what a lens!

    Yep, snowing here too. My son is hoping for another ‘snow day’ off school. I’d rather it didnt’ come to that.

  3. Yep, muddy boots and pubs don’t mix. Some walkers leave their muddy boots outside but gents toilets in pubs are no places to go in stockinged feet.

    I tried carrying a pair of shoes to change into but they take up valuable space in the backpack.

    Next up: carry two plastic shopping bags and put them on over the boots! Then throw them away afterwards. Some people laughed at me but I expect the poor saps were drunk.

    One pub manager (and only one ever) thanked us for leaving our muddy boots outside.

    We once met a lady on a muddy path who was stuck and couldn’t move. Really. We managed to heave her free. Then we had to free her boot…

  4. From a distance, you can’t even see the mud! But the scenery is amazing…and I love the cute little bird!

  5. You all obviously had a great time, and I love the robin photo! xx

  6. Uphill you should have had your fell shoes on.
    Surely you must own a pair.
    Very very muddy down here as well. I went spin biking tonight and thought ah no run for me but Badger gave me that look when I got in so we ran 8 miles in a blizzard. maybe shorts wasnt such a good idea.
    The robin photo is brilliant

  7. There’s something sweet about getting all muddy and straddling to stay up (after one gets home)

  8. You have robins that are plump and cheery like chickadees! That is about the sweetest little bird photo I’ve seen all year. I want to be its friend, too. Wouldn’t mind plodding through the mud to get to it, either. We’re, um, used to that around here. Though not until March or April, no indeed.

  9. It’s still pretty even with all the mud! What a pretty bird.

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