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Whitby estuary, Yorkshire, UK.
Sadly, despite every fibre of my being would LOVE to squelch out onto this delicious mud, it's off limits. Firstly, far too public. Secondly, I don't have my walking poles should it be deep. Thirdly, and what's really stopping me, is that I've got no way of de-mudding myself afterwards at the holiday cottage.
Shame; sinking in tidal mud will remain a bucket list item for now. I will continue to stare fondly instead.
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Whitby estuary, Yorkshire, UK.
Sadly, despite every fibre of my being would LOVE to squelch out onto this delicious mud, it's off limits. Firstly, far too public. Secondly, I don't have my walking poles should it be deep. Thirdly, and what's really stopping me, is that I've got no way of de-mudding myself afterwards at the holiday cottage.
Shame; sinking in tidal mud will remain a bucket list item for now. I will continue to stare fondly instead.
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Whitby estuary, Yorkshire, UK.
Sadly, despite every fibre of my being would LOVE to squelch out onto this delicious mud, it's off limits. Firstly, far too public. Secondly, I don't have my walking poles should it be deep. Thirdly, and what's really stopping me, is that I've got no way of de-mudding myself afterwards at the holiday cottage.
Shame; sinking in tidal mud will remain a bucket list item for now. I will continue to stare fondly instead.
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Whitby estuary, Yorkshire, UK.
Sadly, despite every fibre of my being would LOVE to squelch out onto this delicious mud, it's off limits. Firstly, far too public. Secondly, I don't have my walking poles should it be deep. Thirdly, and what's really stopping me, is that I've got no way of de-mudding myself afterwards at the holiday cottage.
Shame; sinking in tidal mud will remain a bucket list item for now. I will continue to stare fondly instead.
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Whitby estuary, Yorkshire, UK.
Sadly, despite every fibre of my being would LOVE to squelch out onto this delicious mud, it's off limits. Firstly, far too public. Secondly, I don't have my walking poles should it be deep. Thirdly, and what's really stopping me, is that I've got no way of de-mudding myself afterwards at the holiday cottage.
Shame; sinking in tidal mud will remain a bucket list item for now. I will continue to stare fondly instead.
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Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.
I couldn't resist, I had to explore the river further. How deep is the smooth water just around the tree?
The answer: in places, deeper than my muck boots. Cold water trickled down to my toes.
I wasn't out to fully swamp my boots this time so I didn't stand still, although I did walk back and forwards through the deeper bits, enjoying the sensation.
I love rivers. And boots.
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Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.
I couldn't resist, I had to explore the river further. How deep is the smooth water just around the tree?
The answer: in places, deeper than my muck boots. Cold water trickled down to my toes.
I wasn't out to fully swamp my boots this time so I didn't stand still, although I did walk back and forwards through the deeper bits, enjoying the sensation.
I love rivers. And boots.
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Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.
I couldn't resist, I had to explore the river further. How deep is the smooth water just around the tree?
The answer: in places, deeper than my muck boots. Cold water trickled down to my toes.
I wasn't out to fully swamp my boots this time so I didn't stand still, although I did walk back and forwards through the deeper bits, enjoying the sensation.
I love rivers. And boots.
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Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.
I couldn't resist, I had to explore the river further. How deep is the smooth water just around the tree?
The answer: in places, deeper than my muck boots. Cold water trickled down to my toes.
I wasn't out to fully swamp my boots this time so I didn't stand still, although I did walk back and forwards through the deeper bits, enjoying the sensation.
I love rivers. And boots.
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Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.
I couldn't resist, I had to explore the river further. How deep is the smooth water just around the tree?
The answer: in places, deeper than my muck boots. Cold water trickled down to my toes.
I wasn't out to fully swamp my boots this time so I didn't stand still, although I did walk back and forwards through the deeper bits, enjoying the sensation.
I love rivers. And boots.
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The bridge in the valley.
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