# Family have a water-fight and take a mud bath.

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Posted by Luke on March 11, 2021 at 14:58:56

Monday was a lovely bright and sunny day from about mid-morning onwards and by then my cousins and I had finished our morning chores around the farm and were itching to have a bit of fun.

My friend Dave went back home on Sunday afternoon as his parents had returned from looking after his grandma at her place in Kent, sadly she passed away during the night on Thursday/Friday after a long battle against cancer, she was only 64. All very sad. The only nice thing to happen is that he and his parents have now “inherited” two adorable Golden Retrievers, a brother and sister called Mork and Mindy can you believe? I’m looking forward to meeting them in due course.

Anyway, Tony, Sam and I were sitting on the terrace enjoying the sun and wondering what to do next when their dad, uncle Frank, came out of the house and sat down at the table with us.

“You three look like you need cheering up, especially you Luke after that news about Dave’s grandma. She was a lovely lady but it was no life to carry on suffering like that – just think of it as a happy release from all that pain. Difficult I know, but these things happen and it might be any one of us as we get older and I know I’d rather be out of it than suffer like that poor woman did for so long.”

“Yes, I know all that, I just feel so sorry for Dave as he didn’t get to see her for one last time.” I said.

“But he did speak to her regularly and they exchanged texts on Thursday, he told me.” uncle Frank said “Come on, I’ve contacted all the others and they are on their way here for a bit of fun. All the girls have gone over to grandma’s for the rest of the day for a sewing session, so I though a good water fight and mud-sliding session afterwards might cheer us all up. Ready for that?”

Our big water fights take place in a field behind one of the barns, it has water troughs at either end of the wall and the field is used for the cows when they go outside in the spring, so at the moment it is green and slightly soft underfoot. We had fetched the hoses and buckets and started to put them out ready to use.

Uncle Rob and his son Steve were the first to arrive, they’d been out on the farm checking the sheep pasture fencing. Unexpectedly uncle Harry (the eldest brother) arrived soon after. He runs the pub across the field from our house and he brought his son Martin with him – we don’t see Marty very often as he works as a chef about forty mile away but was home for a few days, he’s 4 years older than me at 22 and a fun bloke to have around. Last to arrive were cousins Saul, Adam, Simon and Will and their dad, uncle David. They all live on the farm but uncle David is a solicitor, not a farmer, and usually works from his office, but he’s been working from home recently. So there were 13 of us altogether, four uncles (39 to 47, I think) and 9 cousins ranging from Marty at 22 down to Will at (very, very nearly) 13.

Everyone knew what to expect so were suitably dressed in jeans and tees or sweatshirts. We split up into two teams at either end of the yard. One team was uncles Harry and Frank and cousins Steve, Saul, Adam, Simon and Will. The other was uncles Rob and David and cousins Marty, Tony, Sam and me. Basically we had pitched sons against their dads in the opposite team with me making up the numbers of the smaller team.

We have played this game many times with fewer people and the set up is that each team has two pretty powerful yard cleaning hoses and a number of buckets of water. The idea is that each team has to get through the opposition’s lines to get hold of the buckets of water which they then pour over an opposing team member to achieve a “kill”, that person then has the choice to be a spectator or join their previous opponents. You can also “kill” an opponent by dropping them in one of the water troughs, which is always a fun way of doing it. The troughs are like long tin baths, some fifteen feet long and three feet wide and deep enough to get you totally submerged when dropped in being held at full length, plenty of room to drag an opponent in with you when they try to dunk you. The hoses are used to repel the invaders. As I said the hoses are pretty powerful, much more so than an ordinary garden hose. The one certainty of the game is that you will get completely drenched within just a few minutes and, once the ground gets soggy, somewhat muddy.

The game started off well with me and uncle David on our teams hoses as we got the opposition as wet as we could but then we were targetted by one of the hoses from the other team and I was soaked through all down my front, I could feel the cold water seeping through my jeans and running down my neck from my dripping hair. The jets of water were being used on their fiercest setting so I was forced to turn away as it was aimed at my crotch and upper legs and it was at that point that I was grabbed by uncle Frank and Steve and dragged back to the water trough and unceremoniously dumped in the water. Now I was thoroughly drenched to the skin and felt how really cold the water was. I did manage to drag uncle Frank partially into the trough with me and then Steve pushed him all the way in on top of me just to make sure he was thoroughly wet as well. Being pushed in by your own team member does not count as a “kill”, it’s just treachery of the worst kind! Uncle Frank and I, now team mates, got revenge by dunking a protesting Steve in the trough as well and then we got back to the game.

The three of us teamed up as a hit squad and targetted uncle David next. By that stage, being totally drenched anyway, we didn’t mind getting thoroughly hosed down by my old team mates as we battled to grab David and when we finally dragged him to the trough and managed to bodily pick him up and drop him in my new team only had Marty and Tony left who had not been “killed”. Uncle Rob had had been “killed” by having a bucket of water poured over him and Sam had been grabbed and dunked in the other trough as well. Sam had put up a good struggle and had ended up being dragged across the wet grass to the trough by his feet whilst trying to wriggle free. He was soaked through before being grabbed and by the time they got him to the trough he was muddier than anyone else as well.

Sam had made the interesting choice of wearing an old pair of white jeans and a light yellow tee. I remember him buying those jeans some three years back and he had made a big thing of wearing them as often as he could at family gatherings and when going out as he thought he looked “cool”. Now as a strapping 18 year old he had grown a bit taller and more developed so they fitted like a glove and left nothing to the imagination, especially now when clinging, soaking wet and smeared in mud. It was easy to see that he was wearing dark grey boxer-briefs and that he was enjoying himself being wet and muddy. When uncle David laughed and remarked that he should perhaps have made a more sensible choice of clothing he just said they’d be going in the bin after the game and agreed they were tighter than he had expected, to which his dad, uncle Frank, added proudly “That’s my boy!”

After everyone had been “killed” in the game we continued to play around getting everyone as wet as we could with the hoses and by throwing buckets of water around. It was fun messing around in the sun and everyone had got used to how cold the water was.

It was Will who suddenly shouted “Who wants to go mud sliding? Race you there guys!” and started to run off towards the mud slide.

Everyone followed on, some slower than others and we then spent a while mud sliding into the mud pit. Uncle David was the first to go down head-first and getting to effectively dive into the deep mud. We all ended up getting totally soaked and covered in mud from head to toe and it became difficult to make who was who after a while as everyone’s clothes were mud soaked and dripping brown, the only clues were hair length and the person’s height and, for our uncles, how plump they were compared to us teens. It was great fun and somewhat warmer in the mud than it had been soaked in cold water.

Eventually we headed back to the field and hosed each other clean before putting the hoses and buckets away. I went back with Sam and Tony to their bathroom and had a nice hot shower with them and borrowed a pair of jeans and tee before we had a very late snack lunch.

We are back at school next week. I’m looking forward to getting back and meeting up with all my school friends again in person rather than just by text or Zoom during the few lessons we have had during lockdown – it will even be nice to see our teachers again …………. never thought I’d say that!

Follow Ups:

- Re: Family have a water-fight and take a mud bath. Kayne 16:01:56 3/13/2021 (0)
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  - Re: Family have a water-fight and take a mud bath. Luke 08:55:30 3/13/2021 (0)
- Re: Family have a water-fight and take a mud bath. mega 23:02:04 3/11/2021 (0)

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