Did the non-muddy Muddy Walk again. Just the short one this time. No mud, just dog crap. Some pretty flowers next to the roundabout too.

So here’s the overhauled Muddy Walk, seriously, this is a thing for me. You might have noticed. We did this walk so many times with little nieces and nephews and usually with blood alcohol levels into the high teens and top trouser buttons undone after having spent six hours at the dinner table eating a dozen oysters, smoked salmon, foie gras, a stuffed goose or two, a wheel of gooey brie and half a dozen profiteroles. Now, even paralytically drunk and stuffed full of food you couldn’t possibly fall in the stream, not even with a run-up.

Omnia mutantur, nihil interit.