I’ve decided to have a walk in Derbyshire. Although I’m in the peak district, and the weather could turn at any minute, I’m dressed like the city girl I am, in a blue pair of denim jeans, a cute pink jumper and some flimsy grey pumps. The scenery is rugged and wild, though I’m right next to a busy road, where commuting motorists are constantly passing. Looking at the dark sky and the brooding clouds, my thoughts turn towards rain, and thinking about pouring water triggers my bladder straight away. I’m nowhere near a town, let alone a bathroom, so I have no choice but to bend over by the side of the road and empty it out through my jeans where I’m stood. It spreads out around my ass, and runs down the inside of my legs and into my pumps. And because I’m not wearing socks, I can hear it squelching around between my toes in the bottom of the shoes. Cars are passing all the time too, so it’s a good chance that one or two have seen me and know exactly what I’m up to. Oh well, in the biting wind, at least it’s warmed me up a bit ;)