Thursday, December 09, 2010

The Mud Lark!

“cant think of a thing to say! So here is an old tale some will have read it some wont, but here it is anyway!”

Today, Thursday the 13th Nov. 2008. Why shall I remember, this seemingly inauspicious day? ............Let me illucidate!

As in every morning, there are things that need done. Dogs to feed and walk, horses to feed and muck out. Today was no exception, I arose from my cuddlesome position, in the rather warm bed, and proceeded in the direction of the kitchen. Once the kettle was on, and the coffee in the pot, I was beginning to feel slightly more aware that it was raining outside. Again!
So after the ubiquitous mug of black Java, it was on with the wellies, and into the fray. These wellies are`nt just any old boots, no. They were purchased from the best wellie factory around! At 52 quid a pair, thats ...............urmmm? Well its, sort of, .................ahh yes, a pound a week! In fact these wellies have been reasonably cheap! I`ve had them for three years, so thats ..........oh god! .............Its ........33 pence a week?

Anyway I digress, I usually feed the two weanlings first, `cos they`re in the stable and the nearest! Let the dogs out,and feed them, they run around chasing each others tails for at least two hours! Then today, I made the decision that was to change my cost per wellie per week situation!

I decided to go to the bottom field where the three mares are kept, all snugly rugged up! Great idea, so with two buckets of feed in hand I wandered off towards the field. Its only a short walk, about 200 yards, to the nearest gate. I have to say that I dont normally use this gate.
In through the gate I went, closing it, I stepped back and sank! Not just a little sank or sunk! But a damn great big sink, past my wellie tops, and to my knees. Swearing from the blasphemers book of swear words, I lost my balance and fell forwards! Of course because my legs couldnt move, I had to drop the feed buckets and use my hands and arms to break my fall! So there I was on all fours, feed scattered in all directions and the rain pouring onto my neck. My wellies were full of mud and water. What to do?

Well, I have been in worse situations, I can tell you!....................So, I risked a dodgy move with my left leg, I tried to lift it out of the mud, bad move, really bad move! Out my leg came, minus the wellie! I fell back and ended up on the mud on my back!

Of course my equine friends had come to see what all the noise was about, and saw a floundering human encased in mud, trying desperately to stand upright. Of course I ignored the scornfull looks from Gracie, Misty and Cassy! They continued to eat the feed while I lay there. An idea came to me! " come horsey, let me grab your tail!" No chance!

There was only one thing for it, I had to stand up, try and put my left foot back in the wellie! Oh no! where was it? Then I saw it, trampled beneath the hoof of a large Irish draught! Squashed into oblivion, lost forever to the field! Sod it! I stood up, and withdrawing my right foot from the remaining boot, waded out of the field and made my way home! Passed by several motorists, who decided to wave and smile at the forlorn image of the muddy cheyenne! So there we are, no wellies, socks ruined, and pride shot!

What to do? A shower and some TLC needed I think! See ya!cheyenne


  1. I've heard of quicksand. This sounds equally sure there's not some welly-eating life form under there?

  2. You could be right!!!! No it was one of those awfully wet winters rain and more rain!!!!Now we`ve got snow and more bloody snow!

  3. I've pulled my foot out of the boot while tramping through the mud a couple of times but, I've never had an experience like yours! My ears are burning just thinking about the swear words you must have let loose!

  4. Absolutely yucky! (Beats my equine digestive descriptions hands down!) I've had experiences that are like that - we have one winter dry lot that gets incredibly muddy - boot-sucking mud - but this year so far we've had more snow than mud. And then sometimes the snow comes in the tops of my boots . . .

  5. I once lost a rather expensive pair of muck boots to knee deep mud. It didn't look all that deep until I was stuck in it. Lucky for me I had a litte John Deere Gator to drive back to the barn, but darn it I was out a good pair of boots!!

  6. Wonderfully written story!!! No photos's as clear as...mud! Sorry...couldn't help it ;~)

  7. Hysterical post! I loved your descriptive language -- I can see you stuck out there with your mired wellies. I was laughing out loud. Still chuckling.

  8. Hi Annette, Becks, Gtyyup, thanks for reading, and enjoying! Big thaw setting in here, but only for a few days, it`ll be back shortly!

  9. I did try to feel sorry, honest, but your descriptive writing just made me laugh. I have a fear of marshland and squelching mud, that's why I don't go near any.

  10. That's pretty close to my story of my snowboots staying in the saddle 6 jumps longer than I did. Having to crawl on hands and knees (instead of walking in stocking feet across the snowy frozen ground), dragging my one foot somehow through some fresh cowpucky. You can check it out here if you want the full version.
    I hope it makes you chuckle as much as your story made me laugh. Sorry but it can be funny when it's not us that are the ones suffering.