Wet Weald

I was looking forward to teaching Mah-jong in Dorking this morning because I knew the house I was going to had a beautiful view across fields and a golf course towards the North Downs. It was disappointing to find the hills almost obscured by mist and rain, but by the time we had finished it had cleared slightly so we could see the North Downs across the damp countryside.
Normous would recognise the further of the two small bright orange trees. It is a young red oak and he was instrumental in having it planted on the golf course.