We stumbled across this lovely little rope bridge on an evening walk and my inner child decided I had to run across it, preferable naked. So I kicked off my shoes, took a couple of steps and stopped dead. Damn that rope/plastic coating was not good on my feet and I retreated slowly back to where I started.
Not willing to give in, Plan B was put into place. I gingerly stepped back onto the bridge, this time wearing my flip flops to protect my delicate feet. This did mean I had to be careful not to let them slip between the rope to the water below as that would mean a painful walk back across the bridge and a very long barefoot walk home!
It also meant I couldn’t go fully naked because i may need to quickly grab my dress to put it back on if anybody came round the corner. However, I couldn’t get that far without giving a flash and an obligatory wiggle.