A trip down sloppy, smelly memory lane to where my mudding began. At the back of our row of houses, the gardens sloped down to a steep wooded brook, bordered on the other side by a public footpath. Along the years, I'd found perfect little mudpits, mostly (not always!) hidden from the footpath and houses' windows, where I'd lie down, squirm around and absolutely plaster myself in this awesome, dark clay mud.

Oh how I wish I'd filmed the time many years before, in a particularly good season for summer mud, when I'd been brave and mad enough to strip down to only a pair of red Speedos, then treated the mud pit like an activity course from the Fun House TV show, writing and crawling till every inch of my skin was covered. And then the wildest part: having to walk home and get indoors, then get to the shower!

Here I start out rather more casual but brilliantly in a white T-shirt, which doesn't stay white for long. Neither do my shorts, my boots or any part of my exposed skin. I was rather more hestitant than previous here because the whole mud pit could be clearly seen by anyone walking along the path above (henceI ran home along the footpath, managing not to be seen by anyone else in my wildly mudded state, then parade about the garden, revelling in my dirt. Up on the patio, I've included as a bonus me stripping off, fully nude, including revealing the black Speedos underneath--and where the mud did and didn't reach!

Session Detail White T-shirt, casual shorts, black Speedos hiding underneath Face, full frontal nudity (soft) 19 mins, 1080p HD.