The Textile Cabin

I got a little muddy this morning after walking on some seaweed which suddenly turned to deep mud. Why is it whenever I am in these situations I try and think of what the newspaper headline would be if things went horribly wrong?

I was investigating some strange shapes along the shore and went a little too far when suddenly I found my feet had disappeared into the mud and when I tried to pull one out it went further in.

After a quick look around me to check that a) no one could see my embarrassing predicament and b) that there was someone around to help if I needed it, I managed to free one of my feet from the sticky, wet mud. Knowing that if I put my foot down things would not be any better I threw my new hardback sketchbook down onto the muddy seaweed. Carefully treading on the hard cover I pulled free my other foot and secured a step onto the firmer ground where I had just come from.

Mum, I’m very sorry that I put myself at risk and I will try not to do it again!

My shoes which have been trustworthy to the last are now clonking around in the washing machine and my adventure is over. I have learnt a most valuable lesson today: always buy a hardback sketchbook…no sorry that’s not it…um…