Watch out

Went for a walk along the tiny stream that backs the field in front of the Kavanagh's farm. We were armed with knee-high wellies and waterproof pants, but could not have known of the battle that lay ahead of us. The water was only about a foot deep, and so far there were hardly any brambles or nettles when we stumbled upon a veritable jungle of holly, rose thorns and just about any other pain-inflicting plant you can think of. The only option was to get out and walk along the bank until there was an easy spot to get back in. Even the scythe wouldn't cut through that stuff. Little did we know that we had stepped out of the frying pan and in to the fire, this being the largest amount of shit I have ever seen. Literally.

We jumped from one patch of grass to the other, because the roots were the only thing keeping us out of the meter of shit that lay below us. it was like in those kids puzzle books, where you have to find the easiest way across the rocks to save the princess or some such fantasy. We decided to split up. A bad idea. Oliver got stuck half way up his leg, and as I was running over to help, so did I. I managed to pull myself out and run over to help him up. We were still trying to find a way to get back in the river. I made a jump for a lump of grass, thinking that it would hold. Alas, I fell in to the shit. It was like stepping in to concrete up to above your knee that had just set, and smelled to high heavens. As I tried to pull myself out, it made awful squishing noises and lumps of god knows what started to float to the surface. A friendly hand pulled me out, and we stumbled across the rest of the field. Shitty, but an adventure nonetheless.