This weekend, I will be camping in a field quagmire, dancing in a field swamp while wearing clogs wellies, and serving beer in a beer tent floating on the mire.
We're not in the red zone, but last night was far more apocalyptic than forecast. We came home at about 7 this morning, wading through six-inch-deep mudbaths and fascinating lakes* to get to our car. We've got to head back later, but a few hours of tea in the dry was too attractive to resist.
* Pale, almost white muddy water, orangey muddy water, and dark brown muddy water all flowing from different directions into the same enormous puddle and swirling in fascinating eddies.
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(if not, possibly small boat as well as wellies...?)
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* Pale, almost white muddy water, orangey muddy water, and dark brown muddy water all flowing from different directions into the same enormous puddle and swirling in fascinating eddies.
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