You just reminded me of when I visited High Tove with Peter a few years back:
"It just goes to show how looks can be deceiving. As we walked, the ground got wetter and wetter until water oozed up around our boots with every step and our feet sunk into the ground. It was like walking on a very, very, wet mattress. We tried following the path; we tried not following the path. We tried hopping from one lump of grass to another, seeking out boulders and anything that looked the remotest bit drier than its surrounding. It seems however, that we cannot walk on water and in the end our feet were sloshing around inside our boots. "
It's nice to see so many familier names April.