‘AYE it’s gey clarty the-day.’

Translated:

clarty: mucky, besmeared with unpleasant stuff, usually very sticky.

‘Yes indeed, it is a rather sticky muddy messy day to be out and about.’

Illustration Friday. muddy (two entries really).

Like IF contributor Craig Deeley I was a child of the 60’s and 70’s and also a big fan of illustrators and comic book artists that were about then. Particularly Wally Faukes and Jeff Hawke.

That was back when we got holidays from school to pick potatoes and earn money for humdrum things like school uniforms.

I remember the mornings when what you picked was more mud than potato and you had to scrape it all off before dropping the potato in the basket.

It was often so bad that the digger would jam and the day’s work would have to be abandoned.

Worse than that was the frosty morning when the mud was frozen like stones and peeled the skin back from your nails. A free manicure.

Ahhh! Them were the days.
What it was like – muddy too – picking potatoes.