Similar to last week, this was a hike from the South of Worcester, heading North. I was to the West of the M5 this week though.
Again, it was a case of taking a bearing across some fields and trudging across the freshly-ploughed mud. The most frustrating thing with this sort of necessity is when you arrive at precisely the correct point, only to find out that it is so disused and overgrown that it is completely un-navigable. The style I came upon would not have taken my weight (especially with the additional 10kg on my back) - and that was presuming I wanted to try and battle my way through the thick brambles!
On the plus side, I did have the pleasure of seeing a deer jump out of a hedge in front of me at one point. It scampered and hopped across the field as I watched it, jealous that its hooves did not seem to get as clogged with mud as my boots do!
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