via Daily Prompt: Filthy
That word brings to mind me as a child.
Living in the wilds of Suffolk the great outdoors was my playground .
I had my wellies and my ski pants tucked into them . (That shows how old I am ! ) Off I would be up the garden , down the lane , in the ditches, damning up streams much to the farmers annoyance as the water would then back up !
Cycling through puddles and mud . All good fun .
If I was out with our Great Dane we would both come back rather filthy .
To my mothers horror I would come back with mud all up the inside of my legs , wellies covered. I can see myself to this day . Great fun .Chuckling at the memories