The hole in my shoe

Went on my usual run today to be confronted by this flood across my route which occurs fairly regularly about half a mile from our house, when the River Alne decides to escape and go wandering around on the road.
I decided not to run through it as I've done it before and it's a bad idea because
Your feet go white and wrinkly
Your trainers go brown and wrinkly
You never know what massive pot holes might have opened up under that calm surface.
It made me run a bit further today so I suppose it did me a favour.