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.


  1. Cute animals.
    So. You wouldn’t take the path across the bridge, but you at least gave us a look at the road not taken….

  2. Sigh! It’s all so attractive and appealing – even the muddy bridge! My vote is in for you taking unknown routes more often. And I’m with Jackie on too many chillies….

  3. 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.

  4. Wow! That sow is huge! I chuckled at them walking in a line. She looks like the Pied Piper. I’ll bet the footbridge is lovely when it’s not so soggy. Great photos, Derrick!

  5. 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˜€

  6. 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™‚

  7. One of your top titles for a post. Great action shots of the pigs. Would love to see what’s on the other side of the gravelly stream someday…

  8. 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

    1. Living here helps, Roland. Sometimes, however, we see groups of animals in a spot never to be repeated -although they do have their own territories. Thanks very much

  9. What a glorious ramble today! ๐Ÿ™‚ So many beautiful scenes, animals and landscapes.

    Loved the description of the piglet exocet!! ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. With everything else that you meet on your trips into the forest, I have expected to see a second picture of the footbridge and with three billy goats and a troll!

      I enjoyed reading your shopping list over at Yvonne’s place, you gave us one or two to puzzle upon!

  10. 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.

    1. We used to go um to our local common and throw sticks up to knock them off the trees – then race each other to get to them first ๐Ÿ™‚ Thanks very much, Liz

    1. The publican at Mum’s Birthday party complimented me on my outfit but commented that I wore no socks. “I can’t wear those with sandals” was my reply. Another reason for not chancing the footbridge, Widders. Thanks very much.

  11. 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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