It's amazing isn't it here in the UK everything is against you having some fun! my day started normally with the weather report saying it was going to be clear skies and warm for a change today, fantastic I thought while checking the tide times and having checked out a new more safer muddy location to slosh around in.

A quick message online and a local friend said he would be late but would join me, I picked out my gear and slowly made my way out the door having had a light breakfast! only to be met with the most un-pleasant bus driver. I made my way to the next village over and the local shop to pick up supplies in the form of two bottles of water - some wet wipes and a small towel for cleaning down afterwards.

I made my way to the creek its a small water inlet off a river estuary it measures around 6 feet by around 7 feet deep filled with soft tidal mud, it's down a long farm track road that's open to the public, there was no one around for miles assay from a farmer in a tractor a field over turning over the soil ready for winter crops. I made it to the location and sat waiting for my friend needless to say he never turned up.

So I decided to gear up and take a wonder through the reeds that surround the creek, then the weather turned suddenly like a light switch had been flicked! it was getting cold from a wind blowing in off the near by river and the clouds hid the sun. But I thought Id be sheltered by the reeds and made my way toward the mud.

Bag down and I made a space to climb out from, I lowered myself in and sank to my wait in the soft mud, i was right there was no wind down here and over the next ten to fifteen minutes of wallowing in the mud and pleasuring myself as you do I heard a voice so I took it to be my mate so I shouted Hi.

The voice shouted back muffled where are you, so I climbed out and took what mud off and put my trainers on and made my way over to the bank only to be greeted not by my mate but some bizzy body old women out walking her dog! she was shocked at first the started ranting at me like it was causing harm to who I don't know what - yeah she turned into a Karen and started ranting and claiming she was going to call the police.

Covered in mud I made my way back up the long farm track with this Karen following behind at some distance calling me all sorts of names - thankfully heading towards small bridge covering a stream I was able to quickly hide my back and slide into the water and swim out of sight! thankfully she was too busy moaning down the phone to someone she crossed the footbridge and walked out of sight as i quickly washed climbed out dried and changed - putting my wet clothes in a carrier bag and later dumping in a near by bin.

I was able to take cover in the cover of some old churches covered arch doorway and drink some of my bottled water and munch on a bit of food! before I walked on back through the village to catch my bus. amazingly I walked straight past this Karen still ranting on the phone and took no notice of me at all, as the bus came into sight I saw it was the same bus driver I had earlier.

So what is it with this bloody country the weathers always awful there's always some self appointed judge and jury community warden having a go at you .