I’ve lost count, but here in the south west, we’re facing our umpteenth lot of flood waters this year. Sitting here, listening to the oh-so familiar sound of the rain lashing against the roof and windows, I find it hard to believe that March was so hot I almost considered swimming in the sea. Almost…
In the wet midwinter, soggy shoes did squelch,
Earth turned into mud, rivers into rapids;
Rain had fallen, rain on rain, rain on rain,
In the wet midwinter, such a pain.
Ok, so I’m no lyricist but you get the point. It’s wet. Wet, wet, wet. Miserable. Wet. And I haven’t even got it that bad, being fortunate enough to far enough above the river for the rising waters to be shocking rather than damaging.
I loved it when we had THAT snow in 2010.
Cold, cut off … but oh so beautiful. And people were smiling, enjoying themselves, even as they struggled to get anywhere.
Come on, given the choice, which would you go for?