Be Running Up That Hill

Sunday wasn't as beautiful. 

It had been raining all night, and it hadn't let up by the morning. 

Si wandered up to the car to fetch my boots - as I had been walking around in flip flops all weekend. I knew by the look on his face that the field was mushy. 

We had a nice breakfast from the Hog Roast Company... and then got to a packing up the tent.   Wow such hard work.

There was much slipping and sliding as we made three trips to the car to load it up.  

There was a hill out of the camping field and there were two hills out of the car park. I could tell by the tight lipped nature of Si that he wasn't thinking too positive about it all. 

We sat in the car and watched as other cars slid and skidded their way over the mud.  Si decided his approach and we waited until the last stuck car had manouvered itself out. 

Revvvv revvvv, and then vroooom 

Straight over the padding, straight through the mud..... straight round the forty five degree turn and straight into the 30 degree turn. 

I was screaming, and swearing like a trooper..... 

The window was open... 

Mud was coming in the window.