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On the road Emma Inch takes to the highway to discover the joys of motorhoming to the pub
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I am lying face down in mud. The two small
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growlers of beer I’d been carrying back to my tent have somehow jumped from my hands and now sit, one on each side of me, partially submerged in brown puddles. I feel an uncomfortable rush of wet sludge pour into my left wellington, but I can’t feel my right boot at all, just cold, damp soil against the fabric of my bare sock. I’d lost my balance while coming to the aid of my six-year-old daughter. The thick, sucking mud had temporarily trapped her, tugging like quicksand on her feet, and causing a brief panic. One sharp pull from me and she was free, but I was unbalanced and toppling. And now, as I try unsuccessfully to draw myself up from where I lie, she stands mortified, full of the kind of embarrassment only your own parents can elicit. She looks on aghast as two strangers rush to help me up and retrieve my missing boot from where it has stuck fast a couple of metres behind me. As I stand up, my clothes hang heavy against my skin, slippery with mud, and cold with the chill of summer rain. Splatters of dirt cover the lenses of my glasses. There is mud in my hair and, as I start to speak, I can feel there is grit on my lips and teeth. My partner arrives carrying a stack of warm pizzas, a look of horrified amusement on her face. She helps me wash the worst of the mud off my hands and face in an outdoor sink and then the three of us walk back to our tent. As I enter, I crouch down and attempt to wrestle my way out of my coat and trousers, shifting and turning in the enclosed space, Right: There’s plenty to entice motorhomers to load up and make the trip to Suffolk and Little Earth Project’s White Horse home in the village of Mill Green near Sudbury 06 BEER SUMMER 2022
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