mud-Fest

When daylight was fading last night I went out to top up all three huts with bedding so they'd be nice and dry overnight, it had hardly stopped raining all day.  I was surprised to see Candy on her own near the food, she must have been hungry, so I fetched the camera while I left her to 'top up' for the long night.

Coming out of the house I just caught the last of the 13 going into their shed:

It's extremely squelchy underfoot, the worst places are of course where there is the most 'traffic' and where there are dips or hollows in the ground:

Our mob spend most of their short days "working" on this patch of mud just through the opening into the big field.  The runnel in front of this bigger picture extends to the right and goes all the way down to the pond.

There is a lot of water gathered at the bottom edge of the rose bed - and a yellow rose is trying its best to flower!

                                            I could see Captain standing by the birch waiting for his women ...
                                              no, he wasn't tapping his foot, but he might as well have been -

 .... and there was Candy, finally turned up, taking a short cut through the pond followed by Anke who'd gone to fetch her. [The round things in front of this picture are all that's left of our beetroot; behind them were two rows of chard which were all polished off by our 27, first the leaves, then the stalks - John despairs!]

The 3 safely shut in, the scene looking up from Captain's hut looked like this, a proper mud feast, just as our feathered piggies like it.  All very dark photos [although I did put light and contrast in via the computer], but it was only 4 o'clock in the afternoon!  Never mind, the 21st December is past now and we shall have 5 minutes extra daylight every day, shan't we?