It was a bit of a mud bath, but the mud was relatively shallow and none of the wading overflowed my boots... so how come there were big splashes of mud halfway up my thighs?

Gorgeous sunny weather, apart from a ten minute wintery shower, and we enjoyed lovely views of snow covered hills.

Extra: The man on the unicycle at our lunch stop in Tissington. He told us all about it, including the tale of a friend who learnt at the age of 79, before he demonstrated riding it for our cameras.