My little prince and I often take impromptu journeys to nearby open spaces. We get up in the morning get ready and I ask him where he wants to go. Last week he decided that he wanted to go on a bear hunt.
The books that you read them when they are young stay in their minds long after they have moved onto new favourites and pop up just in time to force you into wellies on a sunny day :)
Needless to say there was no mud for us to slosh through, but there were plenty of twigs for him to collect. He decided he would take them home to camp like 'daddy pig'.
We stopped in the park for a quick play before starting our walk home.
We told the bear hunt story all the way home and must have looked like a right pair sploshing around in invisible mud, whirling around in made up snow storms and stumbling through imagination woods but we had lots of fun doing it.