It never stops raining these days and as a result our pasture is muddy. The actual grazing fields are ok but the path between them is awful. There's thick gloopy mud which sucks your wellies off your legs. On Sunday afternoon Dan and I had to go down to the field to poo pick (you have to collect the horse poo so that the worm burden on the pasture is reduced - very technical!)
Anyway, my wellies got stuck, I tried to move my legs, nearly fell over, and I grabbed the electric fence for support! Zap Zap..scream scream....zap zap...heart attack...scream...zap...fall over in six inches of gloopy mud. Daughter laughing hysterically.
Can't wait for the summer.