Wet, wet, wet

it doesn't rain every day

We are waiting for the man to come and repair our leaking roof.  But it’s raining again today so he probably won’t come. It’s only a small leak, probably a crack in the flashing between the pigeonnier and the house but it’s too high for Paul to safely reach with his ladder.  

It’s been a depressingly wet start to the summer but the walks through the chestnut woods are still a pleasure, we just have to negotiate the big, muddy puddles. 

Rick sporting a decorative leaf on his head after running through a bramble bush

It's hasn't all been doom and gloom, we have had some very pleasant, sunny days.  Early morning walks are a delight, a few days ago we met our Belgian neighbours out in their horse drawn cart.  The photo isn't too clear because Rick was beside himself with excitement and it was difficult to keep the camera steady.