What not to do

when walking on wild and lonely wooded tracks on a high hillside.

Do double and then triple skanks ending up sat sitting in slippery mud heavily disguising itself as a lovely green sward.

I might have sworn a little.

I might then have giggled a little as I was well and truly mudded.  (As in blooded when fox hunting)  (not that I have fox hunted).  I was past the halfway mark and not entirely sure I was still on the correct path but gamely carried on.  My undergarments drying out as I walked.  It was very wet up on that hillside for some reason.

It is hard to maintain one's dignity when walking through subsequent built up area.  Really at my age I should know better.

I have been told to leave notes on anticipated destination on the boat so that himself can find my mouldering body if necessary.