A run out in the peaks.

We had a run out into the Peak District to look at the autumn colours.
But the colours looked at me.

My Mum-in-law (Sylvia)came to stay for the weekend, and we thought it might be nice to go out and see the beautiful colours of the trees and nowhere better than the Peak District with its wild hills and crags.

The day started with us taking Sylvia and my Mum to Ruth's house for lunch. Then we all piled into our car for the countryside. We were spellbound by the beautiful scenery and the autumn colour was spectacular. On our way back we stopped for a drink in a lovely pub who sold real ale. Shame it was so far from home I think we could have stayed for a beer session.

As we came out and walked through the car park I had one of my sudden headaches. These headaches are I think caused through the Arnold Chiari, and come on with out any warning.
We hadn't gone far when Andy thought we had gone past our turning and gone the wrong way.
I said: there's a lay-by there, may be you can turn around in it?
Andy: Oh that's good. ( he pulls into what seemed a perfectly ok pull-in. Bang!.
The car had found a big pot hole that had been filled with water and covered with leaves. I got out of the car).
Me: we found a pot hole, I said feeling the worst from my head ache.
Andy:: I hope its not done too much damage? Can we get out?
Me: Yes. (I was going on to say . If you turn your wheel far right and that should do it. But let me move out of the way first. You guessed it, he didn't hear a word of that. The car wheels spun and scooped up large quantities of wet slimy, but not too smelly mud.
I was covered from head to foot. On the bright side Andy got out of the pot-hole).
Andy, got out of the car.
Me: thinking he's coming to see if I'm ok .
Andy said: are we out? (looking down at the car wheel).
Me, covered in mud: Yes darling we are out, how about giving me a little kiss.
Andy, Looking up at me trying not to laugh too much: Oh sorry darling.( whipping the mud away from my mouth and giving me a kiss).
Me: I told you not to move straight away.
Andy: I never heard you.

The back of the car My Mum, Sylvia and Ruth thought it was very funny. Mum passed me a little handkerchief, a lot of use that was. It was just like what you would see in a old Laurel and Hardy sketch. Where Hardy would clear his eyes with his fingers then flick the mud to the floor. It was funny though and the mud did cool my head a little. Around twenty miles later we were home and the mud had started to dry and flake off as I walk down the path to the house. As I stripped off in the kitchen, I couldn't believe that the mud had found it's way right down into my bra and some was even on my belly, nice!