Wet Out

Flooded field, West Barns. It did eventually stop raining and we escaped for a trot round the John Muir Country Park. The world was pretty much sodden but nice in it's own way.

Suits sitting at home and dissertation writing, apart from "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad" every 5 minutes. My "yes, dear?"s became increasingly tense. Now for more writing and less (none) "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad"s.