Stuck in the mud … literally

You are lucky if you got to spend your Sunday morning relaxing and reading a book, instead of pushing cars. That’s what I did.

We were driving out to a nice place to have a picnic breakfast.  So we drove through the bushes quite easily but we never realized that we were going through thick murky water, and that’s how we ended up struggling to get back onto firm ground.

Dad tried reversing, which not only was useless but the car began to sink into the thick sludgy mud. So we then realized that we’d have to call Tom, one of my dads Taboran friends.

While Dad waited on the road Mum, Ben, Amelia and I dug trenches and stuffed them with leaves and branches, hoping that this would help.  After a while I started to feel quite excited and deliberately smeared myself in mud from head to toe. I felt like a pure African child. 

Finally Tom arrived with his rope to see if he could tow us.  So we gratefully thanked him and got to work attaching the two cars. Then mum called me to the side and we watched as Tom started the engine and dad went back into reverse. Even though the wheels were going round neither of the cars weren’t moving and things didn’t stop getting worse – Toms back wheels were starting to sink!

And so again we set to work cutting down branches and gathering chunks of wood, although this time we did it differently. We got the Jack out and put the wood right under Toms wheels, then I climbed up a tree and acted like the boss of this procedure watching as everyone begin to push and what a thrill it was to see Toms car getting out and since we were all so exhausted mum got the breakfast out. (Even though now it was more like brunch!)

After that we did what we had just done to Tom’s car to ours, and again I sat up the same tree and watched as the others pushed our car and I could have screamed to see it get out of that muddy spot because boy did I want a nice hot shower!