Clarts underfoot.

Fortunately the ice has now melted and the ground is soft underfoot. Sometimes the ground is covered with both. I recall one New Year’s Day when MrsDB hurried along here about 1am on the way home from a bonfire party and did an impressive bellyflop on the downhill section into a tractor rut filled with mud and slush. It was forced up her sleeves and down her wellies. She said it was my fault the prawns were off and had made her feel giddy.