"Oh dear, all dirty!"

These were the precious words of our daughter heralding the fact that she had fallen over in a very deep and muddy puddle.

She was down on the floodplain having a great time with Daddy when he called to ask me if I wanted to join them. In the background, I could clearly hear her demise into the recieving puddle.

Here is a picture of her covered in mud. The trousers were once pink. The boots were once full of air instead of water, and prior to being covered in dirt, the grin was once not quite so wide!