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Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in memory as the wish to forget it.” ~Michel de Montaigne

Yesterday we decided to go out to the horse farm in Glenlean to collect a bit more manure for the garden. As it had been raining the day before we were warned to bring our wellies by ‘E’ (the owner).

The first three snaps are taken on the way out to the farm. I was lucky to catch the photo of the rainbow on the hillside just before our turn off.

This particular farm is very old, very little has changed over the years and when you visit it feels as though you have stepped back in time. So quiet and nestled cosily up against the hillside ~ l wouldn’t mind living there myself.

‘G’ got straight to work, shovelling the manure into bags so ‘S’ and l went for a wander. We walked behind the farm and barns, along a grassy bank and found lots of frogspawn in a shallow gully.

When we got back to where ‘G’ was he asked me to hold one of the bags open, saying, “Be careful where you stand, there is a deep hole over there.” Click here to see conditions. I took one step and lost my shoe - lol - got it back and bent over to help. Just then we heard a strange SQUELCH sound and ‘S’ disappeared!!! He was buried up to his waist in horse slurry and still sinking- arghhh! It was hard not to laugh- we were all in shock and ‘S’ was none to pleased. He’ll not forget that visit in a hurry!

Lucky for us we had an old picnic blanket in the boot of the car, one side of it plastic and it helped to contain the mess. Poor ‘S’ did reek a bit though. Here are some of the things he said as we bundled him into the car wrapped up like a sausage.

“ I didn’t like falling in that moose mummy!” (the word ‘moose’ being a cross between manure, horse and mud-lol.)

“l never want to go back to a farm- l never want to be a farmer!”

“Mummy quick wash my hands- this really isn’t poop, is it?”

“Oh, l want a bath, l want a bath- l don’t want to be covered in this moose!!!”

'G' and l couldn't look at each other all the way home- his lips were twitching something awful and l was having a hard enough time trying to contain myself for 'S'.

Once home we stripped the wee soul at the back door and got him plonked in a bath full of bubbles. Soon he was laughing at the whole thing and telling his nan and sister all about his great adventure. The stuff memories are made of :)

I'll blog more photos of this lovely old place tomorrow :)