It is exactly a week since we returned from our camping trip to the Lake District.
Between Monday and Friday the washing machine was on approximately 9 times ( if you count the time it harrrumphed, filled with water, and told me to go away and leave it alone).
During our camping trip we had some dry weather, we managed to sit out for the first two nights watching the stars, including some shooting stars, which were beautiful.
The other 80% of our time was spent in variations of rain. Fat plops, intermittent drips, exceptionally wet rain and sideways drizzle. The latter being my least favourite.
The kids, ten under 6′s, just continued to play cricket, ride bikes, play football and generally roll around in the mud regardless of the weather. Rain schmain.
By the end of our six days we had no clothes left, we looked like ragamuffins. We were tired, slightly skint due to spending the final three rainy nights eating in the pub and very, very muddy. Hence the washing.
As you know, the 4 year old is particularly adventurous and falls over a lot. Camping was no exception; He fell over his own feet, a bike, he even managed to chafe his butt cheeks on a rock. But his knees … his knees are actually brown. To be fair he had a couple of particularly bad knee falls.
I have scrubbed, he has screamed, I have wiped, he has wept. I quickly realised that the ‘campers knee’ is actually a mud encrusted scab. The mud will only leave us when the scab does.
I considered taking a picture of his ‘Campers Knees’ to show the horror in it’s entirety but shame prohibited me. First time for everything I suppose.
So for at least another week, my son will look like he hasn’t had a wash.
I will return with some photos of our trip at some point over the next few days. Our cameras both ran out of juice and died on us so I am stealing pictures that one of the Teenage Lovelies and my very own Teenager took!
13 Comments on "Mud, mud, glorious mud"
Glad you all had such a good time! Knees are meant to be scraped, thats why we have them!
I am so glad we missed the sideways drizzle. I think it may have finished me.
As for the four year old’s knee scabs, I am quite appalled at how much I really want to see them. Exmoorjane is right – there just aren’t enough proper scabs these days…
I haven’t reached the camping age with mine but I’m dreading the though already! All you mums who’ve done it, must say you’re super brave!
I’ve wimped out. We were supposed to be camping this week but, after our Alton Towers deluge, I checked the forecast and have decided to stay boring and keep dry.
LOVE scabs. Really miss them. Most cross that children nowadays never seem to get scabs. James has only ever had one and he wouldn’t let me pick it.
I often have trouble differentiating between scabs and mud on my very own death wish child.
It’ll drop off eventually (the scab, hopefully, not the knee) x
I think I am probably one of the only mums who hasn’t been camping this year and doesn’t particularly want to: Dulwich Divorcee, you, Spudballoo…You’re all brave women and I’m not good enough! Kudos to you! x
No way could I take my lot camping, they are mud magnets. In fact they would probably make the mud even dirtier, just by association.
Ah, they would love it then! You are denying them …
We were camping last week too. Fabulous thunderstorms at one point.
Ah, we didn’t get thunder, just lashings and lashings and lashing of rain. I like listening to the rain when I’m in the tent … not sure how a mahoosive thunderstorm would sound though!
Ha! Whereas I have no shame about flaunting my 4 year old’s mucky feet to the world.
http://www.spudballoo.com/2010/08/photo-a-day-filth/
Stop being so fancy, show us the muck! xx
Fancy … ahem … tent carpet?
… and if I was to show you the 4 year old’s knee you would be ringing social services.
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