Sunday

So, after the wet and cold and windy Saturday the sun came out and the day seemed perfect for a walk, or so it seemed. The pond glistened in all the splendour of autumn colours, the ducks paddled across the murky water, the swans preened on the shore showing off to the many (too many) passers-by.

I wanted to avoid the crowd and trod into the forest. Wrong move! There was mud everywhere. Slippery sticky mud. It didn't take long before I was covered in mud up to my knees. And when I met a canine buddy (or was it she met me), I was soon covered in mud up to my chin. But it was still fun and nothing a hot shower and washing machine couldn't mend.