The fourth day of Christmas, and a walk thru the fields.
Driving back from Oxford over the Thames, beside the Windrush and down to the village, you might be excused for thinking you’re in the Lake District instead of Oxfordshire!
Honestly rain! Enough already.
There has been so much rain here that the two rivers are swollen and overflowing into the fields, across roads and, it is feared, thru houses in neighbouring Standlake village, which has the misfortune of having the Windrush flowing right beside the village.
The fields are lakes and walking down the footpath is an adventure.
Still, it isn’t anything like the summer of 2007 when the flood came into the dining room and, so far, West Cottage has been safe.
One wonderful thing is all that river silt will be deposited on the fields where it will be the best thing for future crops and meadows.
And, this evening’s sunset, (red sky at night, Sheppard’s delight), holds a promise of dryer days. (I hope)