It never rains

but it pours. We left home in the dry, went to Ely for a meeting, and returned to this. At its deepest it is about four inches and grandson just loved wading around in his sandals. The rain had been very localised and heavy but on our journey we encountered very little actual falling rain - just some big puddles on the road near home.

We Mrs L cleared the drainage channel at the front, fetched my Wellington boots and I made it home with dry feet. The water drained away.