Sunday, 11 July 2010
in Grimpen Mire
So we were looking for it in a large heath. Be careful where you tread, said Col casually. Why?
Its all swamp.
Yes, it was. And I found myself with my walking shoes sinking into the Mire, squelching along, while being badgered and bothered by large flies - attracted by the smell of insect repellent. Oh, and having to watch Col hurl himself over barbed wire fences in pursuit of the Large Heath. I might ask him for a photo for this blog too, given how much effort we put into it all. He is watching The Match at the moment - no score as of yet - but the German octopus has apparently said Spain to win.
I wonder if it will agree to be the new England manager?