Reader, It Rained

The first drops of rain fell on Sunday afternoon as I was leaving Ashbourne, and had set in by the time I arrived back at Tissington.

We had to leave on Monday morning. It had rained hard all night. The coot was still on duty in the duck pond.

I opted to take a detour of Ashbourne through the countryside which took me across the border from Derbyshire to Staffordshire. I assume that it's Staffordshire that you can see here.

I was wondering what the mist was. Surely couldn't be a fire?

Home. Take out curry. Bed.