My old stomping ground

Literally! This is a view of the Humber bridge from North Ferriby, a few miles from where I grew up. I still have vivid memories of walking along here with my mother and my grannie when I was about 5 years old. I saw this great expanse of mud. It looked very attractive, so I started to walk on it down to the water's edge. I didn't get very far before I began to be sucked down into it. My mum followed to pull me out, and my gran pulled my mum. We all ended up covered in mud to various degrees! I learned a lot that day about the powers of nature.