Mud, mud, glorious mud!

Stupidly I looked out of the window this morning, saw that the lawn was shining with frost, and decided to walk the dogs down the Fairy Glen. We hadn't been for weeks as it does get rather soggy at this time of the year. Frost, I thought, frozen mud I thought, just right for a good clean walk down my favourite Glen. One important fact I had overlooked - I live up a hill, where the temperature is always a couple of degrees lower in the Winter than down the bottom of the hill by the sea, which is where the Fairy Glen is.

The Glen was sooo muddy, we squelched all the way along to the waterfalls and then we squelched all the way back. The dogs had a whale of a time, so did I just watching them.