This...

 ...is what happens when 26 year olds start running around like 6 year olds. After leaping (gazelle like) over a number of fences, it was the final hurdle separating me from my car that got me, resulting in one pair of ruined combats and a nasty barbed wire induced gouge on my thigh. So this is what’s meant by suffering for your art.

Still, the camera survived and my girlfriend is currently doing a fashion blog so no doubt she can find me a suitable replacement pair...