I've been doing a shoot with Mr Clicky by a weir and I notice there are a bits of tree impeding the flow of the water. I had told him once before that I was a bit of an environmentalist and he has also noticed a 'bit of a log jam' and suggests that I should clear it to prove my credentials. I'm only wearing a light top, shorts, panties and boots, but it doesn't take long for the silver tongued Mr C to charm me out of them - as if I need any encouragement! He got me to go the water, but at least I thought I could keep my clothes stayed dry. When I looked around he had gotten his camcorder out. I did clean the rubbish away and the decided to get naked and wash my clothes (and me)! People stopped to look at me in total disbelief! Mr C almost dropped his camcorder when a guy he hadn't seen (but I had) asked what was going on. Now I've just realised that I have to walk a mile back to the car in sopping wet clothes. The people are staring at me as I walk along in clothes that were wet and the best part of see through. And on top of that, he's now calling me 'weir(d)' Molly! Why do I let him talk me into these things?