According to one of the many handbooks I have been given in the last week, I needed some special clothes. Special in the sense that they aren't things I'd normally buy-trousers and a "bright coloured anorak". I'm not quite sure why people seem to think that its implausible to do muddy and knee scuffing things in a skirt, I've managed thus far in my life (personally I think grazed knees are rather fetching). But such it is, and so I spent half the night hunting for a very very cheap pair, since I don't intend to spend much on something I wouldn't voluntarily wear.*
Thanks to the joys of camping shops I now own a fluorescent pink anorak. I defy anyone not to find me in that thing.
*No really I hate trousers that much. How the rest of you women are comfortable in something that attempts to bisect your bum is beyond me. "Figure hugging" jeans are imo one step away from speculum. And blokes. Why? Seriously, why? You have all those (frankly ludicrous looking) attachments, why on earth do you insist on trying to shove the things in trousers. Looks painful.
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