What's that wet stuff?

Ste Mariette

We were woken in the night by a noise that sounded as if the new chimney cover was falling through the roof.

It's one of the problems of having the loft access open (still waiting for news on the delivery of the stairs) and the loft not yet insulated, everything sounds much louder. I was, in fact, thunder. This morning I am up early because the rain is hammering down on the roof.

We haven't seen rain for nearly three weeks now, not in any amount so I am up to keep an eye on what happens through the garden. Any new water features making themselves known? Will the veggie plot survive without my finding eighteen tomato plants, three cucumber plants, three melon plants and various beans, chillies, peppers and courgettes washed away into the field and beyond never to be seen again?

We should have expected rain today since we are expecting family down here for a fortnight. Murphy's law, Sod's law or whoever's law dictates that just when you have been lulled into a false sense of security and think that summer will last forever, the weather will let you down and you'll be looking for wet weather activities for everyone for the next six weeks.

Well let's just hope that it doesn't last. Mr Meteo seems to think it will be dry by this evening and no sign of rain for at least the next three days. Not that I ever believe him about anything any more.

On a brighter note, being up early this morning had its bonus. For the first time in weeks there was a deer having his breakfast in the field. We had wondered where they had all gone but this first sighting for a while is very welcome.