Playing at my favourite muddy creek, which is blessed with clay-type mud that ranges from "just about walkable-on without it oozing beneath your weight," to ravenous chest-deep heaviy clinging slop.

Before creating this scene, I've already spent almost half an hour gleefully writhing around to awaken this silent, heavy mass from a smooth undisturbed expanse, to hungry heaving glop.

With my phone camera conveniently stuck in some of the firmer mud behind me as a makeshift tripod, I'm lying on my back with my upper body submerged below the goo, and playfully slopping my legs in and out of it, as more and more mud gets stuck to them. Turn up your sound to hear the delicious sucking and slurping as I frolic about with not a care in the world.