He saw some hole and wanted to explore.
Grr.
I fell out of my hammock again.
There was this hole in the ground. No pile of soil, just a foot round hole through the woodland floor.
I walked up and peered down it.
It didnt occur to me that it was subsidance.
Well...
Not until the piece I was standing on collapsed and I ended up down the hole.
It was about 8 ft deep. The bottom was running with water, so probably some small underground spring.
The sides were black oily mud, with no big roots.
Spent a bit splashing and sliding around in there.
My kid was blocking out the light with his head asking are you ok?
I hate holes, I hate mud and I hate feeling trapped.
I had tatty trainers on with no grip, no shovel, no ropes, nothing.
I yelled for him to go ask the farmer for a hand and to leave the hammocks next to the hole so he could find it again.
The farmer had had enough irritating us and had just driven away.
My kid was just starting to sound panicky.
I was trying not to screach.