Let me paint a word picture for you (because amidst the mud and rain I forgot to take photos).
Yesterday was an exciting day, I got to see a friend who lives in the UK and who I haven't seen for 2 years, meet her baby girl and get my car towed out of a giant mud bog!
I don't remember rain like this since I was a little kid. Weeks of showers followed by a solid week of serious rain (we had March's average rainfall on the first of March before 9am) means that Canberra and surrounds are past wet. The rivers are flooding, roads are cut everywhere and where they are still open they are pot holed and sodden. And the ground is wet, really, really wet.
Yesterday S and I ventured out into the sodden landscape to a welcome party for gorgeous little Bess and so that S could meet Floss. The party was held on Floss's sister's property, which is a stunning new house set high on a hill about 20 minutes outside of Canberra. The dirt track up the hill was running rivers, but we made it and I pulled in to park next to a line of cars. As I stopped S remarked, "I hope we can get out of here". "Of course we can" I said, putting the car in reverse and proceeding to spin the wheels. As a novice bog-ee I then made matters worse by trying to go forwards again and trying to reverse again. It was no use, by then we were axle deep. Doh.
We jumped out of the car (jump being the word to get away from the mud) and headed into the party. It so was lovely seeing my old friend again, she looks fantastic and Bess is just as sweet as sweet can be. We enjoyed the company, the lovely (if rainy) views, heaps of great food including the sweetest tiny cupcakes with fondant butterflies on top - yes I know, I really should have taken some photos. But there was that niggling picture of my lopsided car in the mud in the back of my mind.
Luckily however we were among farming folk who were prepared for such city slickers. We discovered how to affix the tow point to my car, it was hooked up to a giant ute and I sat in the drivers seat, ready to steer and prepared to feel the straining and have mud flying. As it turned out, the mud gave up its prize easily. After what felt like the lightest of tugs, my car simply slid out and in no time and all I was on solid ground.
The car was seriously muddy, but the pouring rain and water covered highways had it clean by the time we got back to town.
All in all, it was a great afternoon. I loved having the chance to see my friend and with a little extra excitement on the side, it was certainly a memorable afternoon.