Continuing the poetic theme started yesterday, but the mellow fruitfulness is now well behind us apart from the odd bilberry and haw. There is not much of a poetic feel about the daily squelch along the soggiest footpaths ever seen.
One way of avoiding the sogginess is to keep off the paths and walk among the heather. This gives a different range of problems including the risk of sprained ankles and damp trouser legs. These do not seem to trouble the hinds seen this morning in the gloom.
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