My foot sank nearly to the top of my boots. 'Whoops,' I said. Or something like that.
I tried to lift my boot out of the mud but could only extract my foot - and there was nowhere to put it so I had to return it to my boot and think again. And I thought of circuit training last night.
Jules had us doing what I think is called a hindu press-up but which he described saying, 'Imagine you're a stoat trying to get under a fence to get at chickens ...'
That's what I'll do, I thought to myself. So with my hands precariously balanced on a piece of wood, one foot equally precarious on another and my bottom in the air I wriggled and jiggled and wriggled some more until ... plop, my wellie came out. And I didn't fall in the mud!
George meanwhile had wandered off and was merrily chewing a stick oblivious to me in my moment of need...
And here's a professional doing a hindu press-up.
See the similarity?