Glorious mud
So, we had been naughty. The bird watching - or the almost total inability to bird watch - had a consequence - IOLO'S REVENGE.
It quickly became clear that although being asked to wear wellies had already been a huge clue, MUD was indeed to play a key part in this task. So, expert in tow, after a bit of a climb down over the rocks Kate, Carly and I hit the MUD. Iolo, with an evil villain-style glint in the eye, gets us back for our bird watching indiscretions.
There were ragworms to be found and Carly went even more nutty than usual. Bit too much like the hated, vicious, man-eating beasts that we more commonly know as earthworms. Carly hates earthworms - THEY'RE MINGING ;0)
On the shore, things were messy and muddy and one or two of the crew chose to sit out parts of the filming. Tee hee! Then it was out into what I quickly discovered was the deeper mud.
Unfotunately I didn't really notice that I was sinking fast, but before long I forgot about the ragworms and began attempting to dig myself out. As I dug out one foot, the other foot got stuck. As I dug that foot out, the other foot got stuck etc.
Soon I noticed everyone else was back at the shore - BUT NOT ME. I continued my strength-sapping task until my feet were free & I made a quick decision to proceed on all fours and full speed ahead. I was plastered and pooped but I finally understood why the Pope kisses so much tarmac as I planted a kiss on the muddy shoreline - free at last.
After some interesting views through the microscope and much more winding up of Carly, a quick shower, a fast journey to Cardiff and I was in work. Man, did I enjoy finishing and arriving back home at 1.00am.
I've seen enough MUD for several lifetimes - but of course I would do it again. After all, I would never wish to appear a STICK IN THE MUD ;0)
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