Hunkering down against the elements.
Braving the wind and sheltering from the rain.
We have been lucky with nothing worse than a soaking from a passing car as it sends up a wave of water on a perfect trajectory to wipe us out from the waist down. Sodden we have trudged back and taken shelter in our cosy home, grateful for the new boiler and the hill on which we live.
I feel for those who have found their homes under feet of dirty water, with nowhere to get warm and dry, with possessions ruined, and lives wrecked.
We are lucky.
As much as I am impatient for Spring it is incomparable to their impatience for falling water levels. May spring be early, dry and beautiful.
Washout on the motorway.
Waiting for the weekend and a chance to relax. Oh wait! It's only Monday!
Bright umbrellas bring a little cheer.
Snugly onesie, homework and larking about.
Drip, drip, drip and (just to mix it up a bit) drop.
No rain but plenty of mud.