We sank further and further into the mud and we had to keep going forwards. To top it all the bluebells were past their best snd by the end of the walk we were all covered in mud as if we had been for a trek in a jungle. We had to laugh.

When we asked the children if they would like to go to the bluebell wood next year they shouted out, “NO!” I’ll go agsin but next time in stout boots.