As Happy As A Pig In The Proverbial

Earlier today I watched recordings of the rugby World Cup matches between Australia and Uruguay and between England and Argentina.

After lunch we took a drive up to the north of the forest.

Pigs are free for the next six weeks or so to enjoy searching for acorns and other forest fruits, known as mast, that litter the roads and woods.

 

 

 

 

This sow led her troop along the verges of North Gorley. She was not averse to leading them across the road.

Sometimes a straggler, snuffling, snorting, and squeaking among the terrain, would wake up to the fact that the others had moved on, and take off like a porcine Exocet to catch up.

As one car speeded on, having passed the main group, one of these creatures darted from the undergrowth straight across its path. Fortunately I saw this coming and held up my hand in warning.

Horse chestnuts, known as conkers, are not, as far as I know, among the forest fruits favoured by the pigs. They were ignoring those that had fallen from a tree in someone’s garden.

Ponies foraging along the Gorley Road ignored

another group of small pigs on the road ahead.

For the first time we followed a No Through Road to Ogdens North. This took us along a somewhat pitted road through rugged landscape and terminating in a

gravelly stream,

in which were reflected leaves above.

Mushrooms in the grass,

and lingering lichen coating a rotting branch, lay on the soggy banks.

I thought it best for my sandalled feet not to cross the muddy footbridge.

As we left a pair of determined ponies steadily approached from the woods, to join

another grazing on the open ground.

This evening we dined on prawn fishcakes topped with sweet chilli sauce, Jackie’s superb savoury rice, and ratatouille so liberally containing chillis as to make them much more appealing to me than to the Culinary Queen, who drank Hoegaarden while I drank Patrick Chodot Brouilly 2017.

 

78 thoughts on “As Happy As A Pig In The Proverbial

  1. A veritable feast of wandering animals today. I am surprised that anyone ever gets to where they are going with so much beastly traffic on the roads and so much to look at just off the roads.

  2. It’s a pig’s life! ๐Ÿ˜‰ So happy you saved that little guy! Wow, that Mama Pig has her paws/hoofs full! ๐Ÿ˜ฎ

    That foot-bridge is lovely, even tho’ muddy. I imagine the pig family would enjoy it! ๐Ÿ™‚

    The lichen, fungi, etc., often seem other-worldly! So cool! ๐Ÿ™‚

    The reflection photo AND that last pony photo/portrait are so wonderful! ๐Ÿ™‚
    Warm, but not Chilli-HUGS!!! ๐Ÿ˜€

  3. Hey, I heard from LordBeariOfBow’s daughter, Sarah, today and she said, “If you could thank everyone (on WordPress) for me that would be fantastic. Dad would have loved to read the tributes and messages.”

    So I wanted to pass on her thank-you!
    (((HUGS))) ๐Ÿ™‚

  4. Happy as a pig, beautiful article Derrick
    the muddy catwalk is obviously borrowed by the ponies
    I would have wanted a walk in the forest today, but take 4 public transport and make an hour and a half of road (with the rain that falls) cool me down
    Beautiful Sunday family

  5. I had to Google “conkers.” The kids in my neighborhood growing up would have loved the game. The closest we had were clicker-clackers, which ended up being banned because they could shatter.

  6. The pig was lucky to have you there as an occasional traffic warden. The muddy path you prudently avoided reminded me of the sensory walking trail they have for children at Trentham gardens.

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