The tide goes out a long way in Swansea Bay and, if you walk far enough out, you find that, in patches, the sand turns to a slimy sticky sinky mud; I hate the feel of it on my feet it and I always have.
Bracelet Bay can, on occasions, depending on the weather and sea conditions, be covered by a deep layer of slippery squelchy seaweed. While I don't actually hate it I would rather not walk through it.
In the last few days, while GrandSon1 was staying, I've walked through both with him. He didn't blink an eye, in fact we walked back and for several times through the mud he enjoyed it so much (and I wanted to be close to grab him in case he slipped). And he chose not to walk across the path I'd made through the seaweed but straight up and down it.
The mud, as I said, is very sticky so I had to scrub it off when I got home. Husband made some sort of rude remark about Welsh girls and old habits but it made more sense to wash my foot in the kitchen sink than to trail the mud upstairs. Though probably would have failed a kitchen hygiene check.
But I drew the line when he came into the house carrying first a worm and then a spider.
'Look, Nini! Do you want to hold it?'
'Oh, lovely. Why don't you ask Grandad. I'm sure he'd love to hold the worm/spider.'