Mud, Glorious Mud

After our recent exploits in the mud during our Eccleshall trip (see the videos on older posts), I got thinking about other mud stories.

A friend of mine reminded me of a lazy PE teacher at school who one day, during a downpour, refereed from his car parked along the touchline. He gave instructions by flashing his lights; one of us would run over and he'd wind down the window and give his decisions. On one flash of his lights he was asked why he stopped play. He said "Oh sorry, I didn't. I was just messing with the radio."

Or there's the grandfather story about his time on the frontline in the trenches of France. He stumbled in the mud and found a German helmet sticking out of the wet muddy surface; the spiked helmet unmistakeable. When he pulled at it a whole German soldier came up with it! Thanking him for saving him from a muddy demise, he walked off back onto the enemy line!