So… 17 days since the deluge. We’re not swimming through the paddocks any longer but it’s still decidedly mooshy due to the additional falls of 20mm or so, each weekend since. So, now we’re wading through the grass instead. It’s waist high is some places and way too wet to slash so it’ll be a monster job when we can get to it … if we don’t drown in one of the many potholes artistically left by Pearl and Rebel galloping about like loonies skidding and sliding in the mud, trailing the littles behind them, peddling like little sewing machines in an effort to keep up. When they all come to a stand still the huffing and puffing is deafening!

The only change in this wet tale is that Rebel is growing alarmingly but still looks like an over loved teddy at the moment, mucky and fluffy.