“I need new wellies” was the cry from my lips as my Italian designer trainers sank into the Essex mud. Wife, Boy and Friends dressed for the weather but my Moggs boots are too tight and I’m refusing to wear them. We were halfway into the forest me stubborn with football tucked under arm thinking at any time we would find a clearing for a kick-a-bout when I saw my trainer disappear beneath the mud. It was then that friends wife her boy in hand started with the bear hunt mantra:
Mud, Thick, oozy mud. We can’t go over it, We can’t go under it, We’ve gotta go throught it! Squelch squelch, squelch squelch……………..
Well not if you’ve got pristine white trainers on!!
Serves me right……