So it struck me as we walked along this muddy farm track, that my wee lass has never really spent much time in mud.
What fun she’s missed!
A lovely cousin of mine has a house that was originally an old farm steading. We visited one day and went for a walk to see the lambs.
Wellies were borrowed, there was much squelching.
And much delighted shrieking!
I stayed on the mud-free grass verge. Where’s the fun in that!?
These lambs were in the lap of luxury with their mums. Quite right. I feel sorry for all the lambs we see in fields and on hillsides. Too chilly.
There’s a friendly face. But to be perfectly honest, sheeps’ eyes freak me out a bit.
And here at Dexbox, Minnie The Minx and their wee second cousin, posing on a gate. So Scottish!
Where can we find some serious, gumboot sucking mud in Sydney?
The nearest we usually get is the muddy rugby league pitch when it’s raining.
I’m thinking that our life in Sydney is far too suburban and we need to get out into the wilds more often when we get home.
Do you kids get a chance to wear gumboots?
Do they love playing in the mud?
Can you recommend a great washing powder!!??
Take it easy
Other Scottish Stories from April 2013 are:
The Knitting Knapper Strikes Again
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