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how you might feel after being in a ditch …. stoney and glum

New wading bird seen in ditch in garden ! Pauline McBride in fashionable wading gear up to her armpits. It was not a good look . Not any look at all if you ask me . Waders are so unflattering in so many ways, particularly if the said costume is several sizes too big and any straps and belts have to be wound into some sort of kinky S and M outfit to hold the whole thing up. More like  fifty shades of dirty rubber ,than grey .The ditch is deep with sides like a canyon laced with curling brambles and foot trapping wirey bryony and in this time of flood ,very deep and needing a dredger to clear the sticky foot clinging silt.Walking in  the waders and thigh deep in sludge is an exercise workout in itself. Lifting your foot requires will power and a force equal to a jcb and over and over again . Dragging myself along with a miserable slovenly limp is all I can do by the end of the day.In fact, hauling myself out of the ditch I feel like one of the first reptiles coming out of the swamp on to land at the beginning of time because after an afternoon of it , it feels like that long .Couple all that with a wind from Siberia and I feel that  I could have flown in from the Tundra , backwards by the end of the afternoon.And mud in the face is such a joy . Farm spa indeed.

Flailed by brambles and blackthorn and sporting a crazed and whipped face (brambles again) this is an unholy pit of mire and not much mirth. Tomorrow will be more of the same I suppose  as we clear the way for waters flowing aplenty. Better in the ditch than in the garden where to walk on water is one of the everyday miracles.

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