I see that after much hand-wringing over the Great British Drought Of 2022, relief has finally come, in abundance:
Which just made me think of this:
As for local conditions, The Englishman assures me that all is well at the Castle; here’s the view from his kitchen window:
…while Mr. Free Market’s estate is also fine, occupying as it does a hilltop surrounded by a few hundred acres.
And Mrs. Sorenson (a.k.a. The Catholic on these pages) reports:
“It’s been pissing down today. And yesterday. And looks likely to continue – bleddy weather. I raked up all the leaves from the grass yesterday. Fecking tree dumped a new load EXACTLY where I’d cleared them away. Nature hates me.”
So all is well, in other words.