Mud, Mud, Glorious Mud!

I often ride my bike along the modern housing development were the docks used to be and marvel at the thought that as a rather naughty child I used to "Skinny Dip" in this river, having hidden my clothes in the shrubbery that used to be along the banks.
Whenever this memory pops us I marvel that I am still here, as back then there were all sorts of factories and sewers too, dumping chemical waste straight into the river.
Ah well, the Devil looks after his own so they say, and perhaps has a soft spot for skinny little half starved children.
We loved it in the summer holidays!