It’s been a lovely day today in West Cumbria. Not too hot but stunning blue skies laced with cumulus cloud giving a fantastic colour scape to captivate our eyes. Molly, our lovely Estrala dog had a walk on the Solway coastline as it is sucked into the border waistline separating England and Scotland. As we stalked the pristine sands there was no-one in view for miles. The sea was out. I rescued a piece of driftwood from a lifetime of drifting around, with the intention of committing an inspiration of it to paper. Stonechats were hoveriing around the grassy foreshore built upon a rich sandy duneland.
Back at the cottage I thought might have a go at cutting the grass with my petrol mower. Oh dear! the ground was so wet it became impossible to manoevure. Ruts appeared in the soft earth and the wheels spun as the machine tried to achieve some grip. The product of a land dampened by weeks of downpour and a water table so high that additional rainfall is just running off not soaking down.
One day this, one day that. The truth is out though. Someone’s pinched our Jet Stream and we want it back please!