Mud, mud, glorious mud

You all know that I love a good tramp through the countryside.  Yesterday, not so much.

Even then though, there were compensations.

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Author: margaret21

I'm retired and living in North Yorkshire, where I walk as often as I can, write, volunteer, and travel as often as I can.

25 thoughts on “Mud, mud, glorious mud”

  3. This made me shudder…. and not with pleasure!
    Loved the pig pixie though (and no slide show but single small pics!) And I’m no longer upset by the fact that HH’s iPad decides from day to day to throw a spanner in my blogging wheels. Some days no sign-in is needed, others OUI…. but it now goes quickly, as I only have to add the pw and I’m good.
    Have a mud-free week my friend! I don’t know what’s wrong here but it hasn’t rained for 3 or 4 days now…. 🙂

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    1. Mud free? Not a chance! The rain it raineth every day….. Sorry about your ongoing problems though. I think technology, despite its many blessings, is sent to try us.

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  4. “The rain it raineth”–I know that painting! I’ve actually seen it, at the Penlee House! I feel so smart and well-traveled! Okay, I need to calm down . . . the walk looks hideous but the pig snout might’ve made it okay, and the tree with the sheep . . .

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    1. Oh, Kerry, we educate one another! I knew nothing about Norman Garstin and his painting in Penzance, so thank you for introducing me. However, I was actually alluding to William Shakespeare and the song which Feste sings at the end of ‘Twelfth Night’. The second line of each verse contains the relevant quotation:
      When that I was and a little tiny boy,
      With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
      A foolish thing was but a toy,
      For the rain it raineth every day.’
      Here endeth the second lesson.
      The pig was the best thing about the walk though, which in a bizarre sort of way, I enjoyed. Especially the hot shower at the end.

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      1. I should’ve known that poetic line came from a poet–and I probably should’ve guessed Shakespeare (I should always guess Shakespeare–a safe guess!) Leave it to me to know the obscure reference and not be literate enough to have read Twelfth Night! Thanks for the lesson!

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    1. That’s very brave. I really dislike mud. The weight on my boots, the slow unsteady progress makes me a bit surly, so you wouldn’t want my company.

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      1. When I go into the streams to test for water quality, I always come home wet. My team swears they need to buy me full length waders to keep me dry! My high boots just don’t do the trick.

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  11. The mud photo is superb, and makes me glad I wasn’t there. The other photos are all superb too and your eye for a photo is really excellent. I didn’t know there was a place called Nutwith and might have thought that ‘Nut with mud’ might have been describing you rather than the place….

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