Myton Marathon – Whoops Splash!

I am sitting in The Spittle Brook. Water is trickling down my face. I am picking bits of weed from my hair and the brook undeterred by my presence continues to flow over me. My companion is biting her lip, her face reddening as she desperately, and quite successfully, tries to stifle the laughter sheContinue reading “Myton Marathon – Whoops Splash!”