Mud, mud, glorious mud

Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood.  Another utterly foul day when the blood didn't need cooling at all. Every bit as waterlogged as a week ago.

We only went in the wood because the wind was unpleasant on top of the porridge hill. Given the state of the ground, the sequence went:
1. start dog walk
2. spend a lot of time calling "oh do come on!"  as she tiptoed round puddles
3. get home, take off muddy boots outside the back door before being let in the house
4. immediate bath for soggy doggy in kitchen sink (change of clothes for me)
5. you-know-who cleans kitchen windows where soggy doggy has shaken the water off and Mrs Oons can't reach
6 climb into bottle of Rioja over lunch. Not all bad then.