mud mud glorious mud, nothing quite like it for....... getting your wellies stuck as ever growing pig beasts try to get the bucket of feed out of your grip, ending in a another pile of very muddy clothes. also much hideous language which i'm sure my neighbours can hear. i pulled something in my back this weekend trying to sort out new pig fencing, so i could move them onto slighly shallower mud. ( wrenched my arm last week trying to stop male pig wrecking fence). every time i leave a container alone for a day or two i am amazed at how much water is in it. i have to laugh when i look at my reflection, bedraggled and mud splattered, wellies, waterproofs, wooly hat and gloves all soaked through, dragging stuff about in stormy weather. for what? the sheer fun of it all, the fresh air, the exercise and the tasty rewarding meals.
please, if you know where the tap is ... give it a turn for a week or two.