Cloudy With a Chance of Mud Pies

 What with it being a remarkably nice day today, I decided to go out for a longer walk than usual (especially as the forecast for the coming week is cold and icy).  This walk turned out to be a LOT longer than I expected as I had to forgo many footpaths and cut-throughs because of all the mud (more of that coming up) and take the long way around (i.e. the road).

 I began by walking up Madam's Lane and cutting across to the old reservoir next to the radar station where I disturbed this heron:

 From there, I walked across to Hungry Hill and followed the road around to Little Broad.  I had to go the road way as the short-cut track down by the Screaming Pits and Fox Hills (below) was just a sea of mud.

 Near Little Broad I stopped at the bridge over the River Mun to look at the snowdrops.

 As the path leading from Little Broad to Frogshall was a swamp, I remained on the road all the way into Southrepps and then on to Frogshall.  That's when the clouds started to gather.

Oh, here's a little something for Ms Scarlet 

(it probably doesn't count though, as it's in a field)

The moon rising over the trees.  Wait a minute...

The Boob of Beacon Hill?  Rover from The Prisoner?

Oh, it's only the Trimingham Golf Ball - AKA the radar dome at RAF Trimingham

Upstream at the River Mun in Frogshall

It doesn't come close to the magnificence of Devon Mud, but it is mud, nonetheless.

~o~

P.S. I went to the dentist's this morning for my yearly check-up and, "fortunately", the part of the filling in the tooth I thought I'd cracked back in July came out while I was in the chair (I bit down too hard on something the dentist had shoved in my mouth).  I've got another appointment in three weeks time to remove the temporary filling he put in today and replace it with something more permanent.  Oh, joy.