The dog needed a run while Mummy got ahead of the feast preparation for Christmas Day, so Bea and I braved the foreboding skies and took to a favoured isolated loop where there’s a couple of rope swings near the end.
The walk started in bright sunshine and within five minutes had dramatically changed into a monster downpour. We chased into the cover of the woods and found the deepest puddles we could.
By the time we reached the swings the sun had returned with no sign of a rain cloud anywhere!
Such was the sun’s vigour we couldn’t really see where we were going or how deep the puddles were! Cue wet socks and trousers:
