Hurray, today we are doing the Muddy Walk.
Sadly the muddy walk has been gentrified. It is no longer muddy. It remains a walk and after an hour and half of seeking mud to justify our outing I have the sore legs to prove it. A discreet piece of tech on my sister’s wrist tells us we walked in excess of ten thousand paces.
At the fifteen minute mark I took a picture of the little stream that used to contribute to the muddiness of the walk and into which one or other of the children with us would usually contrive to fall or step. It trickles past a completely rebuilt garden centre and they have made it look very wild-flowery…
…though somewhat unstreamy.