I Love Getting Muddy
A Return To The Estuary
Following our first excursion to the estuary we were both absolutely in love with that sort of mud. To this we had to add an idea we got from the internet. This is where a girl had a small patch of mud and was pumping her legs up and down. This was making the mud more and more liquid and thus letting her sink deeper and deeper until her boots flooded.
This looked like fun, but we felt that we needed some different wellies. By that we meant that they needed the same foot size so that we did not lose the boots, but also needed a wider, stiffer leg to let the mud slide in. So far when mud had flooded our boots it was more or less lumps that got stuck part way down. Even adding water to this did not get the effect that we wanted.
This led to a search of shops and Internet to get what we wanted. More than one pair were brought from the Internet, and then returned. The problem was not being able to see what we brought before buying. In the end Sally found a plain purple pair and I got a black pair with a butterfly pattern on them. These seemed to fit what we wanted. Over the same period we had also brought a danish waterproof anorak each.
We watched the tide times carefully and as soon as the time was right off we went. So that we could see the uninhibited mud sliding in we just wore T-shirt and shorts with the new boots and anoraks.
As before we parked behind the recycling centre and walked off down the path. After checking the place where we went in before, we saw a point where there was a patch of water glistening on the surface of the mud.
Jumping into the ankle deep mud we soon made our way to the selected damp patch. Holding each other by the waist we started to move our feet up and down. Slowly but surely the mud became sloppier and further up out boots. At one time we moved apart to enlarge the bit we were working on, before resuming our position in the middle.
After about a quarter of an hour we reached the point where the mud was within and inch of our boot tops. We looked at each other, our boots and had a giggle before going that last little bit.
The first little bit of mud slid into one boot and I felt it go down right into the foot. Within a couple of minutes all the boot tops had slid below the surface. We continued to work away until we up to our knees. This ensured that as our legs came up we scooped mud in until the thin sloppy mess filled the boots from toe to top.
Wriggling my toes I could feel the slop oozing between my them. I was so glad that I had not put any socks on.
Total success. We stood there for a minute just enjoying the feeling. Our legs were so tired that to get out we had to sit on the bank and slide backwards to gain the firm ground. As we walked up the path back towards the car we were just about clean from the knees up, except for a few smears on our bums were we had got out. As we walked mud was splashing out of our wellies. So much mud was stuck to the outside of them that they just looked brown and lumpy, there was no sign of the original colours.
Back at the car, we realised that our new anoraks had not been christened. To an extent this was put right as we pulled each others boots of as the only way to get them off was for me to take one of Sally's boots in both hands and pull. That ended up with mud from the outside of her boots being rubbing over the anorak. When all four boots were off and four very muddy legs exposed Sally found that there was still a lot of mud in each of her boots and that was put right by her pouring the contents over my hood and top. As I picked up my boots she just knelt in front of me with her arms outstretched ready for all I could get out of my boots. We then used our hands to spread the mud all over the fronts of the anoraks and, when we came together for a kiss and cuddle, some on the back as we wiped our hands on the clean backs.
Following our first excursion to the estuary we were both absolutely in love with that sort of mud. To this we had to add an idea we got from the internet. This is where a girl had a small patch of mud and was pumping her legs up and down. This was making the mud more and more liquid and thus letting her sink deeper and deeper until her boots flooded.
This looked like fun, but we felt that we needed some different wellies. By that we meant that they needed the same foot size so that we did not lose the boots, but also needed a wider, stiffer leg to let the mud slide in. So far when mud had flooded our boots it was more or less lumps that got stuck part way down. Even adding water to this did not get the effect that we wanted.
This led to a search of shops and Internet to get what we wanted. More than one pair were brought from the Internet, and then returned. The problem was not being able to see what we brought before buying. In the end Sally found a plain purple pair and I got a black pair with a butterfly pattern on them. These seemed to fit what we wanted. Over the same period we had also brought a danish waterproof anorak each.
We watched the tide times carefully and as soon as the time was right off we went. So that we could see the uninhibited mud sliding in we just wore T-shirt and shorts with the new boots and anoraks.
As before we parked behind the recycling centre and walked off down the path. After checking the place where we went in before, we saw a point where there was a patch of water glistening on the surface of the mud.
Jumping into the ankle deep mud we soon made our way to the selected damp patch. Holding each other by the waist we started to move our feet up and down. Slowly but surely the mud became sloppier and further up out boots. At one time we moved apart to enlarge the bit we were working on, before resuming our position in the middle.
After about a quarter of an hour we reached the point where the mud was within and inch of our boot tops. We looked at each other, our boots and had a giggle before going that last little bit.
The first little bit of mud slid into one boot and I felt it go down right into the foot. Within a couple of minutes all the boot tops had slid below the surface. We continued to work away until we up to our knees. This ensured that as our legs came up we scooped mud in until the thin sloppy mess filled the boots from toe to top.
Wriggling my toes I could feel the slop oozing between my them. I was so glad that I had not put any socks on.
Total success. We stood there for a minute just enjoying the feeling. Our legs were so tired that to get out we had to sit on the bank and slide backwards to gain the firm ground. As we walked up the path back towards the car we were just about clean from the knees up, except for a few smears on our bums were we had got out. As we walked mud was splashing out of our wellies. So much mud was stuck to the outside of them that they just looked brown and lumpy, there was no sign of the original colours.
Back at the car, we realised that our new anoraks had not been christened. To an extent this was put right as we pulled each others boots of as the only way to get them off was for me to take one of Sally's boots in both hands and pull. That ended up with mud from the outside of her boots being rubbing over the anorak. When all four boots were off and four very muddy legs exposed Sally found that there was still a lot of mud in each of her boots and that was put right by her pouring the contents over my hood and top. As I picked up my boots she just knelt in front of me with her arms outstretched ready for all I could get out of my boots. We then used our hands to spread the mud all over the fronts of the anoraks and, when we came together for a kiss and cuddle, some on the back as we wiped our hands on the clean backs.
36-40, F
