Across the field

It's been raining heavily, our pond is well filled and the garden is waterlogged.  Perhaps the moles are drowning, she says hopefully.  They have been very busy in our garden - every step is treacherous, as the lawn is riddled with subterranean passages, and dotted with earth piles.

As we were eating mid afternoon in the garden room the weather cleared just in time for an icy cold night.  The light encouraged me to go for a walk down the garden, but the cold discouraged me from tarrying.  The best photo was a view across our neighbouring field.