Rain

The rain started late afternoon yesterday and there was no point last night even thinking about the idea I'd had of spending some time outside looking at the stars. It was far too wet and anyway they were invisible behind cloud.

This morning we donned waterproofs and had a walk round the work R&K have been doing on their land: vegetable growing (though, it seems, mainly for the benefit of slugs this year), hedge-planting and tree planting, both fruit and woodland trees. It's been a  huge amount of impressive work against the odds as the valley is 2C colder than places outside it, and their place doesn't get much sun.

By 2pm, when we'd planned to leave, the rain had thickened. Firstborn drove to his home in Bristol, by which time there was a little space between raindrops, then I took over. Enough sun emerged for a bright rainbow over the road to last most of the journey onwards and it continued below the horizon in the spray kicked up by the cars on the opposite carriageway. Thankfully I had navigators to get me to Swindon station and Secondborn was coming back to Oxford with me so could find us a route that avoided the Magic Roundabout. Much less stressful than Friday.

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