My father-in-law was big into hill walking
When my wife was in her teens, she and her sister would be dragged into the depths of Wales to spend a cold, wet Sunday getting to the top of a hill, discovering there was no view, and climbing back down again.

Like most fathers with their daughters, he was very protective and would point out the areas of slippery rock and mud for them to avoid. Unfortunately, he normally did this by stepping on one, so his feet flew from underneath him and landed him on his arse, after which he slid a few feet down the hill and eventually came to rest lying on his rucksack.

It happened with such monotonous regularity that we considered buying him a pair of padded trousers.
( Snappyuk gets BIGGER with free sample., Thu 29 Mar 2012, 15:24, 1 reply)

I did something similar while crossing a river somewhere in Wales.
'Put your feet on the rocks where I do. Arrgh!' *splash*
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sat 31 Mar 2012, 7:21, closed)