A muddy adventure

Peter asked me to come along for a sunset shoot in the Emmapolder. His weather app predicted soem impressive skyfire.
So off we went. We decided to try out our waders. Although there was hardly any water, we knew the mudflats would be sticky and muddy.
While I was shooting the sunset over the vast mudflats, just one or two steps from the dyke into the mud, I suddenly heard noises to my right and then I saw Peter, about 5 meter from the dyke, knee-deep in the mud. He was falling down in a slowmotion, and could barely keep his equipment safe. I went to him, grabbed his tripod and camera and then watched him crawl onto the shore, on hands and knees. 
Although he was a bit stressed out, we did have a good laugh about it. Things could have been much worse. But nevertheless Peter was exhausted and above all, very dirty.
Meanwhile the light was fading fast behind a thick layer of clouds on the horizon, no skyfire at all. But photography wasn't on our minds at that point anymore.

On our way to the car, Peter managed to wash off most of the mud in the water. He cleaned his hands also, but the smell remained.

Back at the car we took off our waders, stuffed them into bags, and then I told Peter to sit still, and not touch anything in my new clean car. :)

I dropped him off at his home, where he went straight into the shower. I did the same when I came home.

That was quite an unexpected adventure.