I'm beginning to wonder about marshes and national championships. In last year's British I had one hellof a shock disappearing in a bottomless marsh (in February brrrr!), then at the Scottish 3 months later the same thing happened again. This year a "seasonal marsh" proved to be another as I managed to turn round and claw my way back out. I was running flat out downhill and expected a green spagnum carpet to be a bit soft - instead I just went down
