What a muddy mess. Argghhhhh….. Where do I even begin to tell you about our weekend over at the Brunette Races? Lets just say – it wasn’t pretty.
So this is what went down. On Thursday Miss Bobby, the kids, the Outback Plumber & I packed up and headed over to Brunette. Everyone else just came over on Friday night for the Rodeo and then races on the Saturday. No one took horses or anything like that. I drove the truck over so I had somewhere to sleep and Miss Bobby followed along in my car with the kids. So we had a bit of a convoy happening.
I headed over on Thursday so I could set up my jewellery for Art in the Shed that night – a lovely evening of wine and cheese.
The weather was unusually HOT. So hot when we arrived to set up. It was crazy. My Aunty Anne and Uncle Terry, from Mudgee, met us with their caravan and camped with us. It was so great to have them to camp with and Uncle Terry makes quite the cook and made sure none of us went hungry. He even cooked us a roast pork and veg meal on Friday night. We were very spoilt. Anyway, we had a lovely night on Thursday and look who I found…
Toni Tapp Coutts – author of A Sunburnt Childhood. I am still reading it and loving it. I will be sure to give you the run down once I am done. I had a lovely chat over a glass of wine with Toni, what an inspiration she is, just so lovely!
Friday wasn’t very eventful. Friday night was Rodeo night. Always a fun social evening. Everyone parks their cars up around the arena and we eat more cheese and drink more wine and we all know that is my favourite pastime. The weather was still HOT. When i pulled up at the rodeo at about 7pm the car said it was still 29 degrees. This is not usual my friends, come Brunette we are usually freezing and totally rugged up.
Saturday was race day and the weather didn’t disappoint. Of course the Barkly Breeze started up just when it was time to frock up and the cold weather came in. The clouds built up and it looked like rain. But, we soldiered on and off we all went. I was glad I had a long sleeve top to wear and not a skimpy little dress. People were freezing and there were goosebumps everywhere. And then the rain came. Oh the rain. Just as we were about to judge fashions on the field too. We took shelter in the hall and that is where we stayed, listening to the rain get harder and harder. This is what the kids looked like before they took to the mud…
Oh the mud. It was something else. SO MUCH MUD, EVERYWHERE!!!! And what do well dressed kids do when there is mud? Of course we know the answer. They go mud sliding on the racecourse OF COURSE!
Now be alert but not alarmed, they may be muddy but if we could just take a moment to look at Clancy in the photo below… at least he still has his fashions on the field badge on, makes all the difference I think. Stay classy Clancy I say!
SO MUCH MUD. So then there I was in my little nude heels, skirt and WHITE top trying to sort out my cold, shivering 4 year old who was COVERED IN MUD!!!!! It is giving me the creeps just thinking about it. Everything was wet and somehow we had to get back to the truck to get the kids some dry, clean clothes (which were running out). I borrowed a pair of crocs (I kid you not) and sloshed my way back to camp in my skirt and white top – and of course the pink crocs. And I mean SLOSHED. I just had to slide back, probably would have been better to ditch the shoes altogether. Anyway, I made it back to camp to find that our truck leaks a little bit, there was water dripping on the beds. I covered the beds with garbage bags, got changed, found the kids some clean clothes and then had a genius idea…. I put garbage bags over my boots and tucked them in. (Actually, truth be known I once saw our friend Stewie do this with shopping bags over his RM’s – so clever).
I got myself to the car and drove back to the shed, there was no way I was walking. The garbage bags did the trick and I made it into the hall with clean shoes. Clancy looked a bit like Astro Boy, but there was no way I was risking this clean kid getting muddy again, just no way known.
Of course the kids didn’t stay clean for very long. It was a viscious cycle. It was so lucky we had Aunty Anne and Uncle Terry with their caravan. In the end we showered them again, got them in more clean clothes and they were able to lie in the caravan and watch a movie. Thank goodness. Well actually it was just Clancy and Harry because Tom had billeted himself out to the Gumnut family. Poor Sal and Chris had muddy kids coming out their ears, I wouldn’t be surprised if she de-friended me, nor would I blame her.
Anyway, by the end of it all there was mud absolutely everywhere…. in our truck, all over the floor, on all of the clothes, so much mud. I just wanted to pop a jiffy fire lighter in there and burn it all. Not that it would have burnt because it was all so WET. I just did not want to deal with it. We had to stay an extra night but thankfully it didn’t rain again. But there was still so much mud and not many clean dry clothes. We scraped through and in the end just threw everything in the truck, utes and car and drove home Monday morning. When we got home Bobby and I cleaned out everything. Thank god Bobby helped because I probably would have just sat in the corner and cried. We de-mudded everything. There are swags and mats and jeans hanging on the fence. We had to hose them all off. There is a pile of washing on my verandah the size of Everest. Hopefully I will get on top of it all before Christmas.
Anyway, that was our weekend. I know you are probably so jealous…. right?
Were you there?
Are you reading A Sunburnt Childhood too?