Down Somerset way the Avon mud was the grim fate that awaited kids who paid no heed to 70's parents' warnings - i remember the tale of 2 little lads who drowned on the estuary out by Pill when i was a nipper
We're in Falmouth at the moment and it's the same. I think it might just be distance from London and the industrial north making people unaware that you can't trust anyone who isn't basically 24/7 tense energy and screwface vibes.
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