I Love Getting MuddySeaside It was still summer and summer equals seaside. There was almost perpetual rain and rain equals raincoats. This logic set the scene for our next adventure. Just round from the estuary we had used before there was a 'beach' that was never... See More »
I Love Getting MuddyA Return To The Estuary Following our first excursion to the estuary we were both absolutely in love with that sort of mud. To this we had to add an idea we got from the internet. This is where a girl had a small patch of mud and was pumping her... See More »
I Love Getting MuddyThe Estuary It was a spring evening and off we went, fully kitted out in wellies and yellow waterproofs, to the ford. This was where things went wrong. The field was full of horses and when we tried to enter the field they came galloping at us.... See More »
I Love Getting MuddyExploring The River When the next warm spell came Sally and I decided it was time to explore the river that crosses the ford. We were both in our wellies and yellow overalls. Over these, I was my red coat and Sally in her blue one. We knew that we... See More »
I Love Getting MuddyShopping... One Saturday, Sally was acting kind of odd. We had agreed to go into the town to do some shopping. Having laid in a bit and were going to be well behind schedule. Sally shot out of bed, dived into her clothes,... See More »
I Love Getting MuddySally... As I said in my first story, I had dumped my boyfriend for two-timing me and he had been the second boyfriend to have proved to be totally unreliable. On odd occasions I had been back to the dance hall that had been... See More »
