I will admit that Fyne and I hung back for a moment before we made a plunge off the road into the bushes growing in a broad space at the foot of the towering limestone wall.

These bushes were heavy with dew.

There were also concealed mudholes in there.

We crept and tumbled and felt about with our hands along the ground.

We got wet, scratched, and plastered with mire all over our nether garments.