Buddy Hell!

There I was, happy little bunny, been watching a pair of Blue Tits for five minutes treating me to an expose of their aerial dexterity and courtship behaviour when "Whooooosh" the ethereal being decided it's time the lad got a real soaking.

Because I was deep in the valley I didn't see it coming. There wasn't anything I could have done anyway. Holding one's Jack Russell over one's head in order to keep one's hair dry is a bit off.

The buds are shucking their sticky coverings, out pops the leaves. Things will look very different in a few days at this rate.