📖 Join Me With Your Wellington Boots 🥾 In Nature’s Finest Mudflats 👣

First contact for a journey to find my soul of learning by all means necessary fore interacting with the world in a meaningful manner for a positive outcomes to understand one’s learning process too develop at my own paces… so at the very beginning during early morning stages of loveliness blue sky summer season has better chance conditions more favourable for my own selfhood too have an opportunity to experiences solo activities likeliest all boyhood to get very messy indeed, whilst the air-scape hung thickly warm ‘n’ salty scents where a familiarity tang of promise myself a great adventure too revealing to the reader’s wholesome audience too understand that as I stood on the edge of a grassy sloped valley, an expanse horizon of pristine untouched by human feet mud, as the eye panorama viewership field reels exposed low tidal waves sediments showcase apts the idyllic landscape of beautiful moist mudflats or coastal quicksand of all tranquil immersive too which temptation was indeed irresistible; the vastness grey-brown mud stretches out before me in a shimmering early morning sun, but my black wellington boots, once a trusted pair on the forest bogs are now sturdy ‘n’ ready for the challenge.

A lifetime ago dreams of sticky mudflats flooded my imaginations for exploration purposes in a journey called ‘Mudflats Exploration With… Storyteller Owen’, yes everyone thats me indeed, to ignite a transforming earthbound life’s world of discovering new natural wonders of environments from my own experiences to becoming a living boy to treads as light as possible, well that’s how I want it to be at green light, too see in this breathing predator that makes wading into this planet less than an ideal place to be less than all suited in evolution, let alone solving thee mysteries of puzzles on how to waders through by navigate or escape once stuck, there’s no academic reasons or survival guidelines on how to handle the zir coastal sediments, only me ‘n’ the adhesives mud awaiting for me to enter; though the viscous surface of the quicksand here is very much more than words of messy clinging because I’ve been here multiple times before, but never had an opportunity to share my own experiences with you as my audience before, so I stood there hesitating, the inanimate but slumbering beast of a sentient creature hasn’t gripped me yet, as I was taking this slow descent at my own time pace.

Going when I was ready was the key to me as I didn’t want to be rushed straightforward into the beasts maw just yet because I all know one thing; but I always remember one thing about these all mudflats, the pulling of insistently with each steps I will take, then this would create a dramatic change sinking sensation where I’m being pulled deeper into the quicksand by a very vacuum suction of natural phenomenon abyss ‘n’ aptly into the earth’s secretly of murky depths, making my black wellington boots shall struggle to escapee lifted free without such grandest problem difficulty in my exhaust energy to prise myself out from theses ancient conjuring visions of prehistoric landscapes that’re hidden with an endlessly mysteriously unknown ecosystem that blurring the immense lines of adaption’s, which I clearest wasn’t built for, so this tale was the nature to spark my imagination.

But the resistance is the hardest truth about these ancient worlds because the rhythmic squelch of each footfall only heightens the tension of the illusions beast I’ll be shortly but eventually awaken so the beast can relish my entrapment in a small conquest of me getting stuck in a sticky situation ‘n’ aptly until I can thence freely admit I then can celebrate the feeling the firm ground underneath my own footwear once again, likes now for instance on the grass valley; but the inevitable moments whence my socked feet black wellington boots do touch the mudflats surface thoroughly caked in the quicksand substance shall evoke a playful challenge to an otherwise pleasantly invitations to connecting messy tactile area with wilderness’s nature by the distancing silences of no humans around me in my isolation to explore where no eyes can foresee what I’m doing here.

But the call of distant dreamlands of hearing seabirds amplify the sound suspension in a timeless, primordial world, where the mud ‘n’ water in a coastal dynamic song of highest altitude ascends to lowest altitude descends in a symphony of the ocean tidal forces, but for me these are greater obstacles to overcome but gateways for discovery combined creative energy to think about how these exposed universe structures can trap anyone or anything; though as the ocean destiny on my horizon has the potential too become a very powerful story to me to be explores, just one thing before I make the journey to plunger my black wellington boots all one by one into the mudflats… my socks, yes that’s right, my oh my not so clean white socks on my feet, during four days later stunningly gorgeous of stink ‘n’ sweat shall be cited next.

In this immersive world tale, my white socks symbolise one thing; the relentless desires of preserving my own life identity of human spirit in the midst of my sweaty ‘n’ smelly soiled socks to harbour my life in familiarity comfort that has been offering me against the rubber insoles rightfully placed insider the black wellington boots while embodying the physical exertion effort of exerciser requires to navigating the challenging mudflats… but before I’ll plunge I’m wearing my special or luckier soiled white socks on my feet that’s get me too take one deepest breath, thens can carefully stepped forwards to encroach the entire beast to entrap me into the mass soft stickiness squelching sounds shall be heard when first point of contact is officially establishment.

But right now I’m sitting down to show you as the audience my all soiled white socks I love to wear on my feet, a tangible feeling of a reminder that my journey was clinging to my socked feet likelier the badges of hidden depths of secret adventures locked away in all entangled interwoven memories of layered dreamer threads of fabrications in universes time, whilst representing zir vulnerability of me getting ensnared in the messiest muck trying too fighting to thence escape ‘n’ plus these maybe very stinky material powerful in odours ‘n’ fungal stuff growth, but still a knocks out funkier than pungent aromatherapy that makes my own identity worth sharing with you as my own audience too witness the whole truth of life’s hard work during the authentic battles too much experience; but, however, I’m being honest sat here enjoining my socks as you’re all looking at me admiring my journey in these white socks I love was sweats soaked laden fabric stained brown from the previous last capture of the predator nature of the substance was a rawest fruity essence for encouraging me for complete exploration.

My unwashed selfhood wearing white discolour socks are legend that’ll emphasises the sensory processing immersion of a second skin squish-squelch from the residue buildup insider the material ‘n’ the muddiest grimes expanding all fabrics to creation a perfect balance of watery wetness over their stinky encrusting designs of dirt seeping through the threads as badges honour for resiliences for bravest boy courageously to take the steps tentatively needed to achievements the goal fascination to face an unexpected force into the world of mudflats… but I’m pumping up my adrenaline to enter the coldest yielding embraces where I’m a littlest illustrious little body of a human ‘n’ connect the mind intertwined the pursuit of discovering the unknown beast camouflage under the surface, once for all in another attempts before the tide comes back to be repelled again from the coast… but what did this beastly actually look like?, I’ve never got a glimpse each time I’ve waded through the quicksand sedimentary formations.

As I’m replacing my white socked feet back into my black cherish wellington boots, marked by toil ‘n’ mud, this’ll symbolise how the mudflats transforms powerful thick colour of exploration while I’m comfortable mess that’s part of this experience; though these are myself fond connection to the ancient world of modern times wild untamed landscape that zir deepen the adventure truly begins to be a real tasks, while being in my loveable era foul striking socks to sniff afterwards in pleasure… then my black wellington booted made contacts after the initial encounter of sinking somewhat as the beast awakened the adhesives glue where I initially began to struggle to wade as sinking deer beyond ankle deep was always the emphasis; stride.. striding… each stride I was able with effort to make through the constant mudflats demanded presence over the thickness with which every footfall increases the weight of all speed recovery as resistances grew, leaving my black wellington boots zir comfortable to adding the additionally weight, especially being anchored in place temporarily all during my quest prison of closest encounter with the muddy organism.

But remember my soiled white socks when I sat down before the plunger took off originally into the brown muddy abyss everyone, even though theses are no longer noticeable to you because I’m wearing my blacken stain wellington boots that began registering the differently pressures where I had been wading through either beyond my ankles depth in certain loosest sediment less settling spots further away from the field green sloping valley behind me too being further towards the shore of the grassy valley nearby I was ankle deep in other firmer areas, but the sameness sinkage always seemingly to increase energy levels all the time the more I stay in the quicksand at the coast; eventually, mud after mud by messy in mud shall raise higher with continuous wading motions, which exerting a gentle upward push on the rubber boots exterior a little push or pulling had a subtle twist by inviting me to vacuum sucked deeply further down, making it more difficult.

Extraction of freeing my limbs out from submersion point was the rhythmic process of dancing the night away or day I shall say, zir efforts was indeed halted more than times to spend thwarted with the predatory natures in all resistance’s because even though I’m still ‘n’ wasn’t getting away from the muddy expose river either by going slowly ‘n’ steady motion through this deliberate movements of a deliberate explorations to make a prise to continue forth with my quest, but in coastal quicksand finding the beast wasn’t at all necessary easiest, I was in a uniquely environment to be all free, not even otherwise human beings weren’t heard anywhere within my one the proximity or my vicinity; but one question raised each time I waded into the mudflats, why the vacuum suction?, well it’s a negative energy of gravitational waves pulling me down that all resembles to prehistoric depths of muddy quicksand because I’ll be on an unstable substance looking firm but not quite, as I’m too heavy to support the weight ‘n’ my black wellington boots were a heavier than me under the shifting viscous organic organism.

This sinkage creations is caused larger by my ecological balance of the sudden disturbances’ in weight distribution uneven placing made as normally saw the relentlessly grip of microscopic hooks anchoring my buried footwear likely fishing lines working together as a fishermen’s long lined equipment net to grasping with forces tightly crammed together deep below the muddy ground, making my attempts to control my escape velocity fails at the zir slightest expense that increases with advancing difficulty levels as I’ll sink deeper, though remember everyone, the moreover I struggle the quickest I shall sink… well coastal quicksand wasn’t true name of sedimentation of a quicksand has illusions because I wouldn’t be submerged aliveness like the movies, no, it doesn’t work like that especially only seen in the prehistoric times in Cretaceous Valley over seventy million years ago, this type of quicksand would only engulfed me if the tide return unexpectedly, but let’s not envision that one; my human structure wasn’t evolved substantially, aptly my entire feet construction.

My sensitive fleshy skinned feet with all those delicateness’s toes of freedom wriggling, hard work squinting ‘n’ tightening in aptly all clenching shall combines with the rest that my feet are in fact flat ‘n’ narrow in structure shows that my white socks harbour’s fungi growth discolouring material shall become more than stickiest by slickest with wet sweat buildup, follows pungently smelly aroma, as well pigmentation stains shows up on the fabric insider ‘n’ out with the residue stickiness more nurtured by my feet ‘n’ filaments leaking out to attach like naturally fibre woven ropes tieing up my socked feet up neatly; though my black wellington boots are stiff by bulky are somewhat ill suited for the unpredictable clinging all mudflats which was clear I’m showing the best to avoid getting a caught up in a stuck predicaments that signs my struggling in the quicksand embrace, but on this coastal terrain, sinking down was the outcome, but if I was more likely to push myself knee deeper which I’m not currently working on that depth, anyways because the beast of predator shows no chance at consideration over my ability to actually release me.

This natural trap was a bluff beauty because I was tenaciously all alone whence my fatefulness’s sealant at ankle deep level or just slightly above the ankles, depending on the areas I was standing in the severity mode where rescuing myself would be timeframes consuming with the exerted energy drained to exhaustions which made it more cumbersome to navigation let alone move forwards or backwards to my sides or in any directions, I was being held in place, especially my heavy concrete gear footwear aptly bore the brunt of the viscously stickiness’s mud being presented too me… but my mindset drift whenever I look downright at my own blacks wellington boots mired in the sediment ‘n’ seeing that every nook ‘n’ cranny was being enveloped by the quicksands here because even my soiled nature’s white socks were being dowsed into the brown wetness substance from inside my black wellington boots; refusing to let me go, I’m going straight into the maw of the beast in a transformation of predator & prey in life survival mode.

I wasn’t a perseverance into the wild where my story has been all bit lost, no, that’s not the idea I had in life because the wilderness had its own speediest timed pace; but as I continued to wades by exploring the truest nature of the how dangerous theses mudflats are while at a slow motion in my movements too be sure ever-so carefully, especially only one revelation began to emerge too me as one concept that more successful than a predator on a hunt… the thickness’s soup of the quicksand meant there was a smaller performance in adhesive glue that smothers around on my black wellington boots mired by the beast with tenacity precisions, but I would be at risky on loosing them as well, my footwear exposing my costed much stinky wet socks to befallen to the muddy grasp necessary because with each I tried to lift my foot one by one out a distinctively different adhesively adventure worked against me, what was it?, yes that’s right a natural designs vacuumed suction activated by my presence.

That obviously squelching sound echoed across the mudflats like a fisherman’s trawler net in the ocean catching or harvesting fish, not a human like me because the vibrational ripples’ were similar in response’s, whence my shuffles was all struggling endeavours taking placement trying to twisting my legs in an attempt effort to separate myself from the freshness cement solidifying after being pouring downs settling around my feet; this was the very vacuum of gravity luring me deeply into the brown’s seas of layering mud that’s accumulated with ever per tide cycle, especially when only specialist organisms in an ecosystem like this can live under this new brought in sediments, not me I’ll only suffocations of oxygen deprived in matter fewer seconds submerge because the density thickness will slashes air from my reluctant lungs to breathing, as a powerful lying force needs a chamber like this, especially when a palpable unknown energy was a testament to the unique ability one environment provides the increasing pressures tightening on to me… which was a constant reminder.

But I’ve always reminded myself that quicksand at the coast was defined by a very differently defined quantities mixture of natural fine resources which saw organically matters as food for all of life origins to sieve to eat with the combination of inorganic materials like plants accompanying algae being present throughly low tide bringing vital nutrients ‘n’ minerals that’re needed to supportively produces the natural sedimentary deposits like muddy sand with per tide cycle loop, water was obviously the greater influencer ‘n’ silt that creates a dense unstable but highly viscous environment, where each grains are suspended in a liquidity state that rightly a semi-sold sticky trap that only swallows parts of me, well morally to my waist line ‘n’ that’s it because for any unknown for lifeforms aren’t adapted to this natured landscapes is ensnared quickest to their fullest potential deaths, I am no exception; but venturing into the mud means the glue properties would stop me sinking all zirs much, so if I wanted to go to chest deep, I’m exerting energy.

Energy was the most expensive thing but valuable asset spent in these net worth exhausting trips to experiencing thee entrapment in the mudflat was a great sensations because as the predator is fully aware ‘n’ conscious alert of my presence here in its domain, my wading through shall become less ‘n’ less each time, soo the initials movements will disturb the delicate balance of the mud ‘n’ animal burrows deeply buried beneath the eyes viewership in the muddy sea of brown camouflage, thence the sediments causes a slicker sliding effect if I had to dig my way out that only make the substance appear more attractively cohesive in this grip on me… but being back to below ankle deep, which was rather easiest all actually better during this storytelling process too share you’ll too find yourself adventurers in the favourite surrounding’s likely I did to be inspired by the nature’s most compelling world, with coastal quicksand of muddy mess was my best exploration’s stance, not just like the film movies or stories from expedition, but to feel the sinking for myself which never gets boring.

But whence searching for the camouflaged predator never found is what drove me into the depths of the legendary creature never to be forgotten about, as my black wellington boots sinking by all shifting into the darkness mudflats, I’m pushing the sediments by displacing a shallow ring of a muddy fortress of wet mud around them forming to seal my feet in place, but what was these rings?, well, around the base of each footwear has a vid ale depression ringlet; this was where the substance of the quicksand creates a bellow to accommodate my own existence limbs of feet to fill the occupying spaces I’ve opened up too refilling up back again’s to re-pour fresh wet cement in those areas where my subsequently encounters I had & have created the vacuum suction which was the distinct indentation during the downwards pressure was all a visual reminder that entrapment was about being stuck but being able to endure a physical exercise at work.

But this exercise was a representation of the vacuum activation’s at least doing their own workabilities role to slows down my tactic response to all of these escape routes as non availability options on how to handle the beast behind the mudflats or underneath all the obstacles I’ve encountered by watching at the top ankle deep surface by not sinking too deeper for now; a warning sign of a zir natural barrier meant as the mud cling onto me, especially the all two ringlets around my feet insider the blackens wellington boots would still be clinging moreover fierce, when a pressure increase by trapping them as the loosenesses attachment in muscles mud air trying to rush by gushing into the avalanched void, literally apt pushing my foot by then foot with more easily substantial amount weight of force pushing down altogether, so then adhesive’s glue matrix substance would be more pronounce like me stepping into a sticky mass produced marshmallow crème vat struggling to lift my feet of the platform without an extra strengthening zir stability stance that signals the naturally strongest environments where a deceptive amplifier was on overdrive.

An eerie feeling of silence around my perimeter meant no human beings were around my surface area during this time, only the all audience who was there reading my experienced tale or listening to my tale by reading aloud or me presenting it to them, but I was avoiding at this moment being to ensnared deeper by the mudflat dweller inside the beast trying to swallow me whole in one single gulp because each step would be reinforcing the grasps from the viscous formed cement walls of the forever compacting shrine of homestead mud surrounding me three hundred ‘n’ sixty degrees panoramic landscape of nothing but a speck’s of land, but that is all I could imagine too see, raising with each tide accumulating at various angle elevational of flatness or depths resembling slopes or cracks in the quicksand at the coast which would makeups my awareness of subconscious whispers thinking, “of course I’d get stuck, I have to think myself on how to escapee without help”, or “can I wade as deep before the tide arrives back”, when difficulty was the muds net; this net, however, shall tightens around me as the unwary explorer.

But this identifications in depression ringlet, the adhesive suction effect was the most noticeable ‘n’ common in all types quicksand, as this acted as a protective mechanism sealant bind like silicone preventing any leakages occurring at the margins between me ‘n’ mudflats exposed at low tides that lock my black wellington boots up in place with very littlest wriggle room to excavate myself from the cemented flattening zone compacts substance… though one question maybe worth pondering answering, what happens to my soiled white socks wearing insider the footwear while trekking on the mudflats?, this showreels that a saturated wets of the mud ‘n’ water locked under the quicksand flows into every nook, even if ankle deep the water is cold enough to make my sweaty feet add the distinctive colour of brown, well, my blacken wellington boots maybe knee high in tall length, nothing stops this coastal sludge from reaching my socked feet; in this muddy particular ringlet all a grip that makes my socked feet work on hyperdrive exercise in the workout routine the caused them to compress on the harden interior of the footwear feeling the subtle touches.

These unfortunately events of these life are subtle changes in my motion of movements that’ll swallow me into the predatory depth into the mudflats pressing down at or against my ankles, which’ll thence shows these camouflaged embodiments of hidden beauty mudflats are working their best perfectionism magics on trapping me ever-so easy; once upon first contact of each contact has all been established whence I was aptly making my way backwards indeed to firmest promising position ground where I started at the beginning on the grass valley field demonstrating too you’ll as my audiences how mudflats aren’t just a tranquility passiveness idilic surface; but an actives no ordinary sense organism where’s I, the participant on this earth exploration seeking mightiest adventure I love to be part of, filled with all curiosity to delve into knowing my black footwear of wellington boots are to sees how much interact with the mudflats in this dynamic manner.

The cement solidification process cocooning around the black or brown stained exterior of the wellington boots are filling the gaps ‘n’ crevices as a avalanched slick of coastal mud sliding down in all precision of easement in all directions, this was the albeit very difficult by demanding task to keep an eye on every part of the zir ground from beneath me ‘n’ around me from which all a engulfing session was indeed been held conducting; though in this manner of muddy quicksand uneven terrain there’s no such thing as snug or sized fitting me, no that’s not true at alls whatsoever because I wasn’t destined nor designs for this kind of life expenditure which was in nature to reside in where these footwear for protectionists being challenged then tested by their flexibility in strength that zir pushed them to their limits by a constant pressure suction to a lot vacuum my socked feet faced idealism.

Whiles stinkiest ‘n’ all sweatiest soiled white socks in wearing apt inside my muddier bulkiest footwear, was just a comfortable layer of cosiness to my indication of how, when I’m sat down removing them, surely resting has been a pleasure during the muds power washing them all over subtly; but the feeling ankles have been all transmitted rightly through my blackened wellington boots, which holding me in place originally was the gravity forces in play to my constant desire that muscle ache of breathing exhaustion was all the greatest assembly that I’m aware overworking to escapes the predatory beast or to be navigating smoothly, leaving me luckiest white socks wouldn’t avoid the same fate as the footwear did so, but outside of the blacken wellington boots the wet mud creeping up like a giant ripe tide that spoke of the quicksand depth that left behind their imprint everywhere on me.

In Ernst as the storytelling tale has come to an end, wells just the beginning of a newer tale starring my friend, another one mudflat explorer who is named… Eric on his daringly quests to become a new character to assignments a mission of life to be explores the universe earth of nature at the coast with me Owen as the guider on revealing the world audience most interesting places of where curiosity is rather fulfilling to a level where a negotiation point that subtle battlement between Me or Eric will face down firsthand the grip of the powerful tugging suction of glues mud that determines to prevent us both progressing forwards ‘n’ halting red light us by sinking or either entrapping out strategy to learns with interaction on how to survive the coast at low tide exposure; in the passingly meantime of meaningful moments, my blackened brown boots of wellington protection ‘n’ my white socks are to serve the hidden’s challenges that’re interwoven by this unique dances of shuffling, wriggling, powerlifting by all sheer testament to how a deception in nature like these mudflats have the remarkable ability to sees a foreign un-evolved species described as a human in an alien’s environment to seek an understanding.

Next Time - ‘Mudflat Survivalism’s Mode With… Storyteller Owen’ Starring Eric.