Squelchy

No boats were involved in the taking of this blip - but they could have been. My lawn is wetter than I can recall in 14 years. So simply standing on it, to take this shot of a standard rose bush, involved the risk of sinking into a swampy morass. Well, the risk of damp feet anyway.

I blipped prematurely yesterday. On returning to the Marina where Marjorie is moored for most of the year, the rain briefly stopped to reveal a dramatic sky, three versions of which can be seen here. But I couldn't be bothered to amend the blip posted earlier in the day.