When you’re accelerating hard at that puddle on the road – you might want to at least pretend to look out for any innocent gardeners who are busy working on the other side of the wall having been foolishly lured out by eleven days* of unprecedented dry weather and actual sunshine and having forgotten temporarily about the perma-puddle on the other side of the wall. Because, even though it was actually getting warm enough in the sun and out of the wind for me to at least consider shedding one of my many layers May be out be damned, I wasn’t quite ready for a cooling shower of muddy road water.
Just so you know.
Meanwhile, enjoy the picture of the snowdrop harvest being brought in – I can’t help feeling that the quad bike should probably have been driven by the Queen of the May, rather than a burly bloke with a buzz cut, but you can’t have everything.
*and counting
Well it rained last night in Botswana so everyone here is deeply sympathetic of your crisis. I am returning today and am smuggling bottles of water in with me.
day 12 now…