We went for a tramp through the fields today, sadly the most wholesome outdoorsy thing we have done recently after what seems like weeks of rain. I used to go walking far more often than I do now, in landscape somewhat hillier than that of South Lincolnshire, and I had forgotten how much I love a walk in the country. Happily Little’un loves a bit of nature too, especially the mucky variety. The Yorkshireman is collecting weeds for an agricultural qualification he’s studying for so we had an excuse to get extra soil under our fingernails whilst we scrabbled about for samples for him.
Little’un has a real affinity for water. She loves her baths, going swimming, splashing in puddles and playing in the rain. It would appear that if the water is full of mud then so much the better. It is essential to be correctly attired for such activites however. Pink is de rigeur. Just because one is a muck magnet that always has dirty fingernails and filthy-as-soon-as-looked-at clothing, does not mean that one cannot be pink and girly. Even in a muddy puddle.