small roads and cachi

Living in the coutryside can be pretty wonderful. You certainly know what the weather is.
Driving on the otherhand can be a bit unpredictable. It rained last night, just a bit...and it was a tad breazy with the wind, so there was a fair ammount of fallen leaves.
Drive a bit slower you'd think.....not at all.
The locals especially the one with the green golf gti, fearlessly carreer around the narrow bendy roads as if they are competitors in a rally.
At the other end of the spectum theres Mr Jones....10miles per hour up to 15 if he's speeding.
Driven an old Fergi all his life (no not an ex royal) thinks he's dangerous at 20 mph.
I'm sure you can imagine the potential for car carnage at every trip. Then to top it all theres the tourists. Usually lived in cities or large towns. Oh yes they've mastered lane dicipline and the middle finger salute, brilliant at traffic lights, speed calming measures and duel carriageways but the last time they used reverse was on the driving test. I think they must believe the R on the gear shift is for Rest.
Rest and stare....rest and stare....wildly gesticulate.......rest and stare...... shout....rest and stare and panic.
All of this can be endlessly entertaining, the school run an instant adrenaline hit. The shopping trip a veritable rollercoaster screamer.......but this pales into insignificance compared to a small stretch of road alongside a dairy farm I came across today.
A small square sign said MUD ....I slowed, not a lot, not nearly enough because I'm a local....
Feet off everything... well it wasn't going to matter what i did.
MUD , liquid mud and cachi (cow shit for the unwelsh of you).
I wasn't actually aquaplaning...more like skidding in the skiddies.....brown trouser moment as i manouvered round the bend. I got round it but the shit was in control. It slew me first one way then another, precariously close to the bridge, over the bridge and into the next bend.
Closing your eyes does nothing to alleviate the fear. The shit did nothing except delude me into thinking I had traction, and then it coallesed and hurtled me towards the bank.
I live to tell the tale and so did the other bloke coming the other way.