I can’t stand the rain…

Woody and I do this little circuit every morning.  Me willingly, him grudgingly if it is wet, hot or past when he thinks he should have his breakfast.  He tries to pretend he’s had a walk by getting to the lane and turning back and standing at the door.  

I doubt this verge will get cut much and it isn’t great for wildflowers because there are agricultural fields on both sides so this is a lot of grass and barley escapees.   But in the rain there is something eerie about it and the smell this morning was of damp fresh meadow and quite heady.  

Went over to Mum’s to do her Waitrose online shop in person and check the garden.