
Whilst making coffee the other morning, I idly asked Caitlin, who helps me with social media, if she remembered her job interview here. She nodded, smiling, so I asked her if there were any questions which she had found unexpected. Her reply was that she had not expected to be asked if she had any welly boots.
I actually think it is quite a useful question as life and work at Highclere depends very much on what is happening outside. It is perhaps a contrast to the fictional family of Downton Abbey who are always immaculately dressed on all occasions with polished shoes, coiffured hair and often sitting perfectly upright on a sofa asking for a cup of tea or something stronger.
In reality, the weather is often the main topic of conversation at Highclere because we actually have to deal with it day to day. For example, if it is, as usual, raining we need to know if we have enough shelter for visitors and tearooms with staff for hot drinks?
The gardeners survey the skies to determine whether they can mow the lawns and the farm needs to know if it is too wet for them to drill the fields with seed. Are the gutters and hoppers on the Castle unblocked, is the passageway outside the gift shop flooding, do the horses need rugs and should they be in the stable or out in pasture and how are the car parks holding up and perhaps the car parkers may well need a round of hot chocolate or similar..
Therefore a pair of wellies is very helpful for much of everyday life here and, it seems, throughout the year. Indoor computers and emails are just one part of any job or role.
Caitlin did indeed have a pair of wellies and she did join Team Highclere. Given she has her own horse, she kindly helps bring horses in or out and takes the dogs for a walk with me which is a good way of having a meeting.
Indeed it has rained on so many days this year that wellies are quite necessary on almost all walks – the ground is very claggy. There is, however, something life enhancing about squelching through mud – that gluggy sound as you slowly pick each foot out or, if it is very muddy, the hilarious challenge of not leaving a welly boot behind you in the mud and laughing as you nearly overbalance.
It is a link to childhood, to the delight of squishing and squeezing mud, of making mud pies and then pouring it back, oozing with a satisfying squidge.

My nephew
Apparently exposure to soil bacteria in mud (Mycobacterium Vaccae) stimulates the immune system and causes the brain to release serotonin, the endorphin used to regulate mood to help us all relax so it really is good for you. It is such simple play but so important to just let children explore their world – they need to be able to do that in an unrestricted way and gain their own experiences. Looking at screens shut in bedrooms or looking at iPads in a buggy offers no direct experience of the natural world. Slip and slide through mud, find your balance and fall over – that is uplifting .
Our Labradors instinctively know all this. I think Scooby sees mud as the equivalent of an open-air spa. A roll in the mud can be good for a dog’s skin or, of course, a horse’s skin and helps to repel insects. Pigs make a real bath of it, rubbing off irritating passengers such as ticks and lice and wallowing in the mud to regulate their body temperature.

My number 6 sister perfectly dressed (plus daughter)
English has many words for rain or drizzle or mud and, whilst it would be a treat to see the sun occasionally, mud is just as much fun if you let it.
The dictionary genius Susie Dent has reminded me of the word “plouter” which means to wade through mud and the joy of the expression from Northumberland “plodging through the clart”. So next time you are thunderplumped’ (soaked to the skin by large fat drops of rain) you can plodge through the mud and laugh at its magical fun wearing wellies.
Dear Lady Carnarvon,
Thanku for yet another thoroughly enjoyable read – I grew up in the Dorset countryside, fortunately close to the sea, & EVERY day was a wonderful Wellie day! Great fun to be had squidging thru muddy fields or along the beach, paddling in the freezing sea in midwinter – impossible without Wellies!!
Sending love to you all at beautiful Highclere xxx
Your article perfectly describes my State of Oregon as we have already begun a long season of rain and all of your wonderful descriptions of moving through mud of which we have an unending supply. I live less than a mile here in Bandon (Oregon, not Ireland) from the Pacific Ocean, so we spend every part of the year on the beaches and in the sand, rain or shine, along with the dogs.
Susan Crofoot Davis
Bandon, Oregon USA
Never have I wished a sit down with my Grandmother more than while reading your delightful blog, my Monday treat. So English in her speech she would have loved your 10 references we would have shared…drill the field, yes in US we have that tool but home farmers usually use a seed spreader. Gutters (US yes) hoppers the less picturesque downspouts.
Both of you use claggy, sticky mud more more familiar to me. Now squelching occurs here most frequently in connection to bad amplification, but delight my imagination with the sucking boot sound walking through mud. We giggle over gluggy, both sounds of distress from household pipes and personal plumbing. The squidge we agree was a squash or squeeze and added Star Wars and rugby references. Plouter and plodging delightful descriptors of trudging thru mud or hard work tasks. Had the cuppa time shared with an energetic child still laughing wanting to know when we think he might be thunderplumped. Your writings educate, delight, and help us remember. Always grateful!
You are very kind
Very useful on the beach too!
Playing with mud brings back so much childhood memories. Lovely photos of your dogs and family. Is the girl in green Sou sou, the one you featured in your video about King’s College. She is indeed a very pretty young lady.
That is her – she is older now and she and her sister are lovely in every way. I had to use this photo as it makes me laugh so much
Ah yes….making mud pies and decorating them with pebbles, sticks and leaves was great fun!! I shall try this with our grandchildren!!
It is that squidgy feel..
Lovely the pictures of muddy boots and did you and lord Carnarvon have a wonderful weekend and lam fan of Downton Abbey and lovely highcelere castle
Lady Carnarvon,
Well said, I enjoyed your read immensely. I had the extreme pleasure of visiting Highclere on 17 October, and I must say it was the BEST experience I’ve ever had. The castle was everything I thought. So warm and cozy. During tea, Luis came and sat with my cousin and I and talked for at least 45 min. What a pleasure that was! Then he told us about the gin tasting at Hare and Hound and we got tickets!! I cannot tell what a GREAT experience this was. So much fun, and I got a picture with the Lord and guess who photo bombed it…..Luis!! Thank you for your blog and for Highclere. Also the grounds were just fabulous, and it was sunny that day as well. Perfect weather. Thank you. We came from the U.S.
Thank you for visiting
As a Brit living in Punta Gorda, SWFlorida, I am perhaps the only one in town sporting proper green wellies. They performed perfectly when we were flooded by Hurricanes Helene and Milton recently. Many who laughed at them before, now fully realise their valuable contribution to one’s life!
Glorious Mud! A lovely piece that cheered me up when a persistent drizzle was discouraging me from getting on with several garden jobs ear-marked for today. There is a connection from where I write in Butler’s Cottage (no not Carson’s although it is in the Park at Highclere) because my predecessor, Stephanie Flanders, is the daughter of Michael Flanders who wrote and sang the 1959 hit, The Hippopotamus which begins memorably with “Mud, mud, glorious mud”.
Lady Carnarvon: That brings back memories of making mud pies for my grandmother, using all of her silver spoons to stir and serve! Not many ever returned to the house! Lovely way to muck through the morning!
How lovely!
Well, Good Morning,
You have beautiful scenery, kids, grandkids, and no matter
what the occasion is kids love to get dirty, and mud is mud no matter how you look at it, and kids can be kids, at any age.
N ice talking with you Catherine!
All the BEST,
John Roberts
Tonawanda, N.Y.
U.S.A.
I LOVE all the English expressions
you’ve introduced us to(“plodging through the clart” for one!) . Here in Texas I wish we had more need for wellies, for we are in need of rain and our sprinklers are going weekly to keep the grass and landscape green and healthy! Enjoyed your blog so much!
If only we could share the rain!
What a delightful story…I cannot imagine it, as I grew up in a large city with way too much cement. I loved every descriptive word you wrote…thank you !
I think we were all meant to be outside a little more..
Interesting that messy mud has fun options for youngsters there in England and healthy help to farm animals there too. Grown up here in USA (nowhere near a farm) my siblings and I and friends were never encouraged to play in a muddy area as cleaning up after was not enjoyable by parents.
Back in 2013 when I was transferred to live in London for two years I did buy a pair of Welly boots while there and did love walking in them there when rainy and still have them with me back here in USA and do wear them here when heavy rain happens and I need to be outside.
Very lovely photos again and informative & entertaining Monday Morning Blog.
Thank you again.
Oh such wonderful and fun read this morning bringing me back to my childhood in Sweden where we used the muddy boots so much more than where we live now wishing we could send some of our 300 days of sunshine your way.
And.. love love the white pants in the mud:)!
Just prior to reading this I had been sourcing some of those welly poles to store the muddy boots upside down! Lovely photos and words, as usual on a Monday morning.
Dear Lady Carnarvon,
We are planning a trip to SW England in TWO weeks to attend a family event, and I will pack my wellies! When booking a dinner reservation at one particular venue, I was particularly thrilled to read, “Dogs and muddy boots encouraged!”
My kind of restaurant and I just can’t wait.
Best regards,
Roberta
Chicago
We really enjoy a pub which welcomes both dogs and muddy boots!
Hello Lady Carnarvon!
What a lovely, uplifting read this morning. Thank you! The pictures made me smile. My little grandchildren love to play in the mud, and the wet sand when they are at the shore. Years ago I bought a pair of wellies, plus sock liners and they really are great to have on stormy days. Not just for rain but snow too. I always start my Monday mornings off with your blog and you never disappoint. Thanks again for a wonderful read! Have a great week!
Cynthia
That is kind of you to say so
My property backs up to a horse farm and Lilly ( our lab) and I explore the trail each day. I don my wellies and our adventure begins. Slipping along in mud is a favorite sport and ends with a mess of sticky fur. Our muddy days end with a shower for the both of us. Not well received by Lilly.
We live on a farm and we have wellies in many different sizes for all the kids and grandkids and yes, we all trek through the mud!
A family trek through the mud cannot be beaten!
This reminded me of The Great Pig Rescue. No time to fetch the Pig Man. 🙂
Lady Carnarvon,
Thanks for a delightful story this morning – I could ‘mind hear’ the fun muddy sounds. I’m reminded of the time I stepped into the mud not knowing how wet it was. I immediately stepped out of a good dress shoe, and before I knew it, stepped into the mud with my bare foot so I wouldn’t lose my balance! All while at work giving tours at a construction site for an art museum! What a picture!
Hope this is a sunny day for you!
Martha
That’s quite a picture you describe!!!!
We have just returned home to WA state – after 24 wonderful days travel in UK! Managed to mostly dodge rain and mud with only 2 days of heavy rains. One in Liverpool and one in Banbury. I measure rainfall in a big rain gauge and found 4.55 inches fell while we were away! Yesterday we had 1.55 more inches in middle of the night! Subsequently totally saturated soil give way and a big mudslide happened across Interstate 5 in Bellingham at 4:00 AM trapping a semi-tractor trailer truck in MUD up to its axles. And like your story the truck driver “lost” his shoes in the deep mud when he stepped down out of his cab. Love all your mud photos with relatives and dog!
Thank you Ina.
Best wishes
Lady Carnarvon
Happy memories of wellington boots and puddles the deeper the better{!!
Thank you so many interesting blogs
Lady Carnarvon:
Thank you again for the treat of your blog. I look forward to it every Monday morning. This one was so delightful. I used to love to splash in puddles while walking to school (not so much as I got older), but with a good pair of boots, one is fearless!
Cheers!
Donna
Lovely piece of writing! Have a nice week!
Dear,
A short story of Lucy:
Lucy had always been an adventurous spirit, but she often forgot her wellies. One rainy Saturday, she decided to explore the nearby countryside, excited to escape the city. As she parked her car, dark clouds rolled in, and the heavens opened, pouring rain onto the landscape. She dashed through the downpour, only to remember she’d left her wellies in the boot.
With a chuckle, she quickly retrieved them, slipping her feet into the comforting rubber. As she stepped into the muddy trail, the squelch beneath her felt exhilarating. While others around her were left battling soggy shoes, Lucy reveled in the joy of splashing through puddles and embracing the rain. From that day forward, she made a promise: her wellies would always be at the ready in her car boot, prepared for any adventure nature threw her way.
Always,
An
Dear Lady Carnarvon,
This wonderful story brought back happy memories of making mudpies as a child with my dearest friend! There was a small brook that ran through the backyard, so had an endless supply of mud ( much to my mother’s dismay). As an extra treat, we topped the mud pies with shredded onion grass. Delicious!!
Many thanks for another great post, complete with your fantastic photos. And a resounding YES…being outside, in the fresh air and whatever weather is so very important for children. Toss the screens and be outdoors!
Be well and many thanks again. Happy Halloween from the US!
Best regards,
Charlotte Merriam Cole
Hope you enjoy our ghostly instragram this week!
Thunderplumped! Plodging through the clart! As an American, I love hearing these fantastic words. I’ll have to figure out how to incorporate them into my daily speech when we, too, get our rainy season in northern California.
I live in Hawaii, and the Hawaiian language has more than 200 words for rain, depending on when, where and how it is falling. There is even a special name for a rain that falls after a loved one passes. We do get a good share of mud! I hope you have a wonderful week, and not too much mud.
It drizzled today – a mizzle!
Lovely the pictures of muddy boots and did you and lord Carnarvon have a wonderful weekend and lovely Downton Abbey and lovely highcelere castle and lovely your book
That was awesome. Almost made me want to take my grandsons into a muddy paddock and let them roll around in it. Sadly it’s warm dry and sunny. Well maybe not sadly
All the best Robyn
I think a little sun here would be welcome!!!
A delightful read, Lady Carnarvon (Le Chameau are so comfortable to wear).
Wishing you and yours a lovely week.
Thanks for some new words to add to my rainy, muddy day vocabulary!
Fun words !!
Lady Carnarvon,
This brought back so many wonderful memories when I was child playing in the mud
with my sisters & making mud pies.
I still like splashing in puddles when it rains, oh what fun,
we are never to old to have a little fun 🙂
Thank you,
Barbara B.
Have a lovely week ahead,
Trick Or Treat! Boo!
Reminds me of an incident that occurred when I was about 3 or 4 years old. I lived on a 27-acre farm in Virginia. My sister, Tina, (19 months my elder) and my cousin, Mary (4 years older) who spent summers and Christmas holidays with my family, loved being outside. This was during the 1950s when children used their imaginations for entertainment – “boredom” was not a word in our vocabulary. From morning until evening, we discovered a world that only nature provided. One Christmas holiday, Tina, Mary and I decided to roam the fields, left muddy from recent snow melting. I was quite short for my age but managed to keep up with my older companions, not wanting to be excluded from the day’s adventures. The fields were exceptionally muddy this particular day and trudging onward was not easy. I found the mud swallowed up my short little chubby legs, well above my rubber red boots. Suddenly I stepped down and felt both of my feet sinking further into the muck until I was unable to move. Tina and Mary could not budge me as the mud seemed to have a sucking force of its own. I got terribly frightened, thinking I may never get out of this mess and longed from my Mommy. Tina said she would go home to get Mom, while Mary stayed behind with me, trying to comfort me as much as another child can be of comfort. Then here comes my Mama! She tugged and suddenly I was free! Only to discover my boots were not. They were swallowed up by the mud. We decided Mother Earth could keep its prize. I just wanted to return home to the comfort of my mother’s arms and cozy warm kitchen. I was reminded of this day again, the following Spring, when my grandfather “Pop” plowed the field for planting and uncovered at last, my little red rubber boots!!!!
I had the chance to visit your beautiful home this past July. Yes, it was a rainy day !
Rain is a large part of my weather year, as I live in Western Oregon USA. So I know what squishy ground is all about.
Living in Texas I miss rain, and the mud it brings. Of course, when it does rain here it floods. which no one wants. Miss those days in England when one could mess around in the mud, which growing beside the River Deben, was always present. Thanks, Lady Carnarvon, for another lovely read.
Hello from Canada ! My wife and I visited In mid August (Fantastic thank you ! ). We learned that John A McDonald was a guest at Highclere in early 1867. As you know there is a photo of him there .
I will see if I can locate his diaries at the national archives in Ottawa to see what he wrote about his trip etc. I believe steam ships were already in service at that time and only a 9 day Atlantic crossing. I always imagine these crossings to take a month or so with great risk but I believe that things were getting quite advanced in the mid 1800’s
On a more practical theme….how is Highclere heated in these modern times Do you have a central boiler or have you converted to geothermal to save costs ? Do you have your own solar panels to generate some of you electricity ?
Best regards !
Aldis
I would LOVE to hear more from Sir John A ‘s perspective
we hvae oil but not a lot of heating . It is called jumpers and warm socks
Loved the wellies story. Wear them in Southland, New Zealand & we have what are known as red bands.
They’ve been much in use this year & although it’s late spring, we’ve had so much rain, they’re still in great need.
Greetings from a beautiful part of New Zealand Adrienne
Dear Lady Carnarvon! You made me smile and giggle over your delightful memories, and recalling all of our own”wellies” mishaps. Thank you! It was the first thing after I followed my American husband overseas at the end of Summer, that nobody seemed to grasp the importance of Wellies for everyday life! lol, We used to run in them all summer long at our country house surrounded by meadows and forests. In America everybody wore sneakers! Ticks cannot climb Wellies, poison ivy cannot get through them…just there. A good old logic. And, of course, they can be quite fashionable. Thank you for such a cheering run down memory lane! Elizabeth
Dear Lady Carnarvon:
Belated thanks for this prior Monday’s blog. I do not know how I missed it. Great family pictures and memory making story.
Perpetua Crawford