Now I usually love this time of year, the chill crisp air but really this is ridiculous. For the past few days it has been raining hard enough for me to question if we had somehow moved back to the west coast of the country.
Our garden resembles the kind of mud pit you would normally find scantily clad women wrestling in. The dog looks miserable, that is until he found the river in spate today and a bright yellow ball on the other bank, see photo courtesy of Husband. And I have had enough, I feel muddy even when I haven't ventured outside.
If it were to snow now, well that is a different matter.