Mud, mud, glorious mud

...there's nothing quite like it!

After a few last-minute re-thinks thanks to trains, work and sickness we finally embarked on our Cotswold Walk. The advance party did a circuit of Kingham village before looping back to the station to collect the train-team (delayed by engine failure). We then free-styled a walk route very loosely based on the backwards version of the original plan, aided by the OS map app and a bit of local knowledge.

There was mud. Lots of mud. And Ben found all of it. Those trainers and trousers will never be the same again! 3 tumbles into the mud (Ben - 2, Anwen -1), a few horses and a field of sheep, and we arrived for our lunch booking bang on time. It could be said that we filled our boots with pub grub, then rolled back to the station, passing the small child in a tutu on a miniature pony (only in the Cotswolds...), fuelled by chips and sticky toffee pudding.

Hopefully there will be fewer logistical issues next time we go on an adventure, but it was lovely to spend a few hours walking, sliding through mud and chatting.

Wholesome.