A wet bird

A terrible photograph, taken through the kitchen window, but it sums up today pretty well.
It has poured down all night and shows no sign of abating. When we arose this morning the poor old blackbird, soaked to the skin, was sitting on the window cill awaiting his porridge oats.
Now it is my turn to get a soaking as our new fence panels have just arrived and I need to get them into the garage. To make matters worse it is the Summer solstice on Monday and then the days will start to get shorter as we head into Winter!