Mud!

I was thinking I would have a nice easy day visiting a couple of places where we work. It was a beautiful day, sun shining and lovely countryside. We got out of the car and began to descend a long path. I was thinking "I have to walk back up here". Then it began to rain... and rain... and rain. We sheltered in the porch of a house for 90 mins and decided we couldn't wait any longer. So we began to walk back up the hill. The only problem was I only had my crocs on, and they are really slippy in the rain. So on the mud they were useless! After about 25 yards trying to go uphill I had to take them off and walk in my bare feet. But that didn;t help! It was like Bambi on the ice. Poor Matt who was with me had to practically drag me up the hill. I had mud all over my feet, squelching between my toes. As my boss pointed out, some people pay lots of money for mud treatments and mine was free! Eventually we got so far up the hill  and got the car to come down and meet us. The only problem was it couldn't get back up again. So we had to get lots of local people to push us, and at one stage we were sliding backwards down the hill and heading towards a deep ditch! After much prayer, a broken pickaxe and a lot of pushing we finally got out. I washed my feet and was grateful I don't live in that every day! And just to prove I don;t mind embarrassing myself: pictures...