This picture has a story to it!
So we were 4 musketeers, and 3 of these decided to cross this bit - towards the far Left.
First Jon gets stuck but closely followed by Hans who followed him, eh, closely!
Then Ian raced to their aid but crosses this bit without any ado, however (apparently!) half a meter to the Right from where the bike is buried - mine yeah.
Before burial though I viewed all this happening from a little distance as well as form more high up.... from where I could clearly see that the 3 were headed for a trap, a dead-end, a river snaking through the valley - so I decided to stay put and see if
they would make it out of that valley, before I would attempt to cross this bit(ch?)
I heard later that I completely-ignored or refused-to-hear various cries for help from various gents drowning in some grassy abyss - to which my then-reply still stands, I genuinely did not realize this mishap-ditch was so threatening!
Anyway, when they made it to further-away-from-me, and thus comms (screaming yer lungs oot) impossible, it was my turn to "quickly" cross this trench ..... as easy as Ian had done of course.
Refer above, Ian, and later Hans, had to come back to help me getting my bike out of this rather moist cellar!
Again, my apologies for have been deaf, dumb and blind Gents!