The north of North Yorkshire has got off fairly lightly with the recent floods but the month of incessant rain is taking its toll. All footpaths are heavy going as the racecourse stewards would say. This is a footpath through Cliff Rigg Wood, a National Trust property. It is typical and very hard work. I’m almost tempted to go on the roads as a respite.

I always think of a Swedish word when I’m wading through mud: Geggamoja. Such a lovely word. Gegga  is the proper word (which Google translates as “goo”), the moja suffix makes it child friendly. I guess it’s a bit like referring to a horse as horsey.

And if you should get stuck you could always sing the Flanders and Swann song:

Mud, Mud, glorious mud
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood!
So follow me, follow
Down to the hollow
And there let us wallow
In glorious mud


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