Why do i always find the ditch?!?

[almostnormal]

Argh!!! This morning I was out on site with a farmer. It was hot and sunny so I was in my jeans and wellies, rather than full waterproofs, and quite enjoying the view out over the farmscape form the landy, when he stopped and said, we'll have to walk this next bit.

So out I hop, into the nice dry stubble field, which was stuffed little dinky birdies, and around we go into this little birch woodland which opens out into heather/peat bog habitat. Joy! I have at least got wellies on. Still I was scurrying to keep up, and every so often I'd hear the farmer say 'ditch there' and he'd take a big step.

Well, just as we got to the furthest point from the van, the earth suddenly wasn't there anymore and I was mid thigh deep in peaty moss nastiness Fab. It was at this point the farmer turned around and promptly creased up, whilst simultaneously offering me a hand up. Needless to say that I needed the hand up, as I was well and truly stuck

I spent the rest of the visit trudging around half caked in scratty peaty muddy clothes and smelling like a dead Hedgehog thats been in the water for a decade. By the time I got back to my car the sun had dried most of the wet stuff into a solid mass and I looked a bit like wallace in the wrong trousers.

It was at this point that I realised that a) I had to go get lunch, and b) I couldn't possibly spend the whole day smelling like a corpse. So I had to go to sainsbury's and buy new clothes (it says a lot for the lady in sainsbury's clothes bit that she let me pull the tags off and leave the clothes on when I'd made sure they fitted properly, and just scaned the labels). Thus refreshed I can continue to work, without covering the whole office in nasty flaky dried peat. But since there are nly 6 ditches across that moss the immortal cry will always remain....'Why is it me that always finds the ditch?'

[Billy Wobble Dagger]

I must say that while reading your post I didn't smile let alone laugh, well may be a little.
I'm sure if you had worn your full water proofs you wouldn't have found the ditch. I don't suppose you have a photo

BWD (still smiling)

[naturelover]

sorry but i did laugh,it reminded me of my poor old mum,years ago the whole family always went blackberry picking in september,my mum must have been in her early sixtys always falling on something,well she saw some beautys in the hedge,leaned over to pick them and kept going saving herself on the other side arms through the blackberry bush,well we got her out but her arms were scratched to bits,looked like she had a fight with a tiger,shall never forget that day.

[seamusagleann]

that used to happen to me quite a bit too,sarah. out on a hillside planting trees,on piecework ,and the end of the furrow fills up to roughly waist hieght with the most awful smelling , peaty water. add to that the slippy peat, and bad wellys ,it's on the cards . worst one was at nine o'clock in the morning . yes it is funny ....to all but the one in the ditch.

best one i saw involved a fire set on the shore of the loch .one guy pulled on a branch in the fire, that came away a bit too easy ,stumbled back and his feet hit a stump, back flip .....then splash!!

[almostnormal]

Originally Posted by Billy Wobble Dagger

I must say that while reading your post I didn't smile let alone laugh, well may be a little.
I'm sure if you had worn your full water proofs you wouldn't have found the ditch. I don't suppose you have a photo

BWD (still smiling)

no, no photo thankfully the only evidence that it happened at all is the nasty pair of jeans and the once black, now suspiciously brown wellies that are soaked on the inside! needless to say the farmer reassured me that every last one of his family and staff and at least one natural england advisor had suffered a similar fate. apparently that ditch just catches people out!

[almostnormal]

Originally Posted by seamusagleann

that used to happen to me quite a bit too,sarah. out on a hillside planting trees,on piecework ,and the end of the furrow fills up to roughly waist hieght with the most awful smelling , peaty water. add to that the slippy peat, and bad wellys ,it's on the cards . worst one was at nine o'clock in the morning . yes it is funny ....to all but the one in the ditch.

best one i saw involved a fire set on the shore of the loch .one guy pulled on a branch in the fire, that came away a bit too easy ,stumbled back and his feet hit a stump, back flip .....then splash!!

oops!