More of the same today. We slipped and slided like a muddy Torvill and Dean, digging up self-seeded ferns and throwing them on to the Bonfire That Never Burns. They will be quite safe there. During a particularly heavy spell of rain I sheltered under a Paulownia. It was even more painful than being in the open. Anticipating when the huge drips that were falling through the gaps in the canopy would land on my head was quite disturbing.
This afternoon I decided that I couldn’t face putting on my sodden waterproofs, dripping gloves, wringing hat, squelching boots and doing it all over again. So I went home.