Insulation

Another day when walking is a chore. Not raining but slimy under foot.

Slipping and sliding and trying to stop Tess-the-Dog from drinking from unspeakable puddles [One of them was black - What's that about?]

They are replacing insulators on our pylons. On the ground these are beautiful pieces of glass [?] but as an array in space they glow. A poet would say they were reflecting the titanic power that they hold at bay.

The sun's out fleetingly.

Tess was black and smelly when we got home, a couple of liquified horse manure puddles saw to that, and had to be bathed in the sink for the second time in three days. She seems to quite like it and now is the shiniest dog for miles around!