It is Maldon, but a different day and with different animals. Yeah.
You see, idiot me heard mother plannng a trip around Blake Woods in Danbury and said, “Hey, I’ll come!” Wrong move. Halfway through, the mud had sucked on my shoe, I lost balance, and did that natural rebalancing thing we humans can do (and it is definitely cool, by the way, it stopped me ending up on my arse) whilst I was still stood in a two inch deep muddy area of the path… short story even shorter, I ended up limping up a short hill with a shoe in my hand and muddy knee-highs. (Luckily they took most of the mud – I just put them both in the rubbish bag. Ugh.)
Anyway, after that, we decided to go to Maldon as the bus went that way. Ended up watching a group of swans waddling distastefully around on the mud flats. *smirk*
