The squelching on this morning’s five mile walk almost drowned out the chatting. Heavy overnight rain left water everywhere. Fields were sodden; footpaths that weren’t inches deep in mud were inches deep in water. The flooded ones were more of a problem than the muddy ones.
By one stile was a deep puddle which was bounded on both sides by thick brambles. One person wearing wellies stood to one side in the puddle to act as a support in case others wished to lean on her as they tried to avoid the water. ‘Be careful not to fall in,’ she said. No sooner were the words out of her mouth than there was a loud splash as someone slipped and did just that.
Twenty-four turned up for the walk. By the end of it we were all splattered with mud, some considerably more so than others.
Map: OS X 133