Muddy waters

We cycled to the river. Lily stopped to pick brambles which she is planning to use to make cinnamon and bramble cake for my mum and dad coming on Wednesday. We threw stones in; the waters edge was shallow enough to let Luka go for it alone (more or less). Until, that is, he spotted all the delicious riverside sandy mud. Big handfuls, chomp chomp. I had to retreat with him to the field, which was fine. Until, that is, he spotted all the delicious lumpy molehills. When will it end?...........