Not only are we troglodytes living in our electrically lit cave, because it’s been so gloomy lately, but we are turning into bog people too.
I have to take my walks on pavements and tarred areas because the wood and the old ice rink field where Bass, the dog, can run free, have turned into mud traps.
Yesterday was a bright, dry day. I thought today we might try a wood walk. But no. It’s thumping rain again in the night.
Many years ago, when the UK renamed this area “Cumbria”, I happened to be in England, though I lived in Africa. The press was full of “Cumbria” this and “Cumbria” that. I asked a man “Where is this place “Cumbria””?
He said, “Well, if you just drive around and you see a big layer of clouds, go underneath them, and you have arrived in Cumbria!”
Joking? No! This is not the Lake District for nothing.
Rain makes lakes.
But first it makes bogs…..