As I walked home today due to it being such nice weather, (and nothing to do with the fact that my local bus company now thinks it’s okay to charge £2.50 return between two places that are less than three miles apart), I came across a slight predicament. Well, it wasn’t a predicament, more a test of my balance skills than anything else.
I ended up tip-toeing through manure, because a farm – beside the footpath I use to go to and from town – decided that such nice weather meant it was a great time for muck spreading. Cue me doing my best not to get cow pat remains on my trainers.
I want to say that you’d never have this problem in London, but the truth is that you’d probably have to tip-toe through something that’s much worse should you have to navigate thirty metres of crap. Ewww.