I have not got the hang of posting drafts weeks after I started them. Hope this works. For the record, I wrote it yesterday and have been trying to post the sodding thing ever since…
This morning we woke up to the lovely sound of rain pattering on the steel roof above our heads. A soothing, cat-snuggly-on-my-feet, this-is-the-life moment for me; a frantic, leap-out-of-bed-for-the-nearest-saucepan moment for the Owl.
On my way to the station I passed a fleet of ducks, sheltering head beneath wing on a weed-float in the middle of the turning pool, and a scattering of small gulls sailing about industriously. They weren’t having as much success as after the catastrophic rains a few weeks ago, but more on that in a minute.
Dick and Liz occasionally pay us a visit on their way to the barrage and back – they live a little further up-stream.
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