We turned right again the other side, on to a worn mud path.

We walked single file with her down a solitary mud path that twisted along behind the Galaher cottage.

The mud path petered out on a promontory overlooking the ocean.

Flora and I were walking through the palm grove, on mud paths between tiny squares of pale green barley.

Stephen stood at the top of the bank and looked down the narrow mud path.

Stephen went sliding down the hill, down the mud path, backward.

She was lying in the street - in the mud path that passed for a street there.

Follow this wide mud path up and around the back of the lake into mixed woodland.

And off we went, slipping down a mud path for more than an hour.

Sitting in a rough circle on the grassy mud path were three children.