Wet .... sticky .... gloopy MUD!

This was Saturday's weather ....gorgeous cloud formation!

My feet after walking through the mud at Kepa Reserve today

Wet .... sticky ..... gloopy mud. It’s IN my shoes, all over my legs ... my pink socks are brown. My chocolate brown hound is a muddy brown hound. I am TIRED of mud.

Julia and I walked at Waiatarua on Friday and yes, it’s a wetland, so you expect there to be lots of water and mud, but it’s getting ridiculous .... this is mud overload. My shoes don’t even get time to dry in between cleaning all the mud of them and wearing them the next day. Julia’s got the right idea ... she wears gumboots .... but I don’t have any of those.

Waiatarua on Friday

Bucks, a hound we met at Waiatarua

Gav and I took the hound to Kepa Reserve yesterday afternoon after my market, and again this morning, to continue looking for “The cat who lived”. Kepa Reserve covers 14 hectares and runs between Meadowbank and Kohi .... and it’s even MORE muddy than Waiatarua ... if that’s at all possible!

The revamped dog pond

We’ve been trying to cover all of the reserves around where Cayl’s and Dave live in the hope that someone might have seen Shimmer. No luck so far but we’ll keep on looking.

We did have fun at Kepa Reserve though ... slip sliding everywhere! Cayl’s joined us this morning and we went off the beaten track even more than what we did yesterday. There were several moments when I thought I’d land on my bum, particularly when the hound pushed impatiently past. She was in her element ... mud, water, logs and her favourite humans. Yesterday our ramble was curtailed by the sun saying good night ... rambling around a reserve in the dark is a sure-fire recipe for disaster ... particularly when the pathways are narrow and on the edge of a creek.

Today we had no such problem. Plenty of sunlight hours to push our way along paths that hadn’t yet been created ..... sink into mud that hadn’t seen human feet in it before .... my shoes and legs look even worse than yesterday!

The hound once again found the huge log in the creek that she’d retrieved yesterday. 

She’d  tried, unsuccessfully at first, to get the log up to the path. Every time she’d managed to jump up the bank she’d drop the log and it’d roll down into the creek again. She’s persistent though and persevered until she’d successfully managed to capture the recalcitrant log and put her front paw in front of it to stop it rolling back into the creek ... she’s definitely NOT blonde.

There was a lot of fun and laughter during our search today but we returned home sans kitty and very tired and muddy.

We watched my Sharks take on the Chiefs in the Super Rugby final last night. Sadly it was NOT a good game of rugby for them .... they didn’t have their usual spark and the Chiefs rode roughshod all over them.

 I guess the hound was right in choosing to play with the Chief’s rugby ball last week ... she definitely knew something I didn’t. 
Traitor.

Looks beautiful but it's WATER-LOGGED!

Cayl's slip-sliding in the mud

We found the railway line