Little feet, long way

To wake up this morning to no rain was quite a relief.  So much so, we celebrated by driving across last week's flooded road for breakfast at Salami (I know, any excuse!)  Rich then dropped me off to take the moors route home with Little Dog, who was way better at bridging the beck than me.  

It's been worse.  Dennis, here at least, seems to have been far kinder than Ciara. The continued gust forecast for the whole of next week, however, seems like there's a weather tormentor at play.

It's making my new boot purchase a boon though - look at those beads of water! My feet have not known dry socks in the wet for a few months too long.