Glorious mud...

And very colourful wellies on a drab, cold June day in Scotland.
I was a bad mammy/auntie and had no tissues or wipes to mop their muddy hands and knees when they fell, which inevitably happened.
No 2 niece is clearly used to a better standard of service.
At the end of the muddy walk, it emerged she had no socks on. As I said, a bad auntie.
Still, the dog was happy.