Living in the far Southwest of the UK, the weather is mild for most of the year. It's quite rare to have frost and snow. What we get is rain. We get a lot of rain. All types; a sharp shower, a heavy downpour, fine rain, misty murky weather. It's like that here today. What I like to call 'wet rain' - a fine relentless drizzle that seeps through your clothes, laughs at your hair do and gives the world a grey, sodden look.
I'm looking after the dogs this week while my sister in law watches her daughter graduate from University. They need to be walked, whatever the weather. I didn't really fancy it, truth be told. I have the beginnings of cold, and wanted to hunker down at home, occupying myself with a bit of pottering and a bit of baking. In between playing trains with Olly.
So we went out, but not before I realised that Olly has grown out of his wellies and his rain coat. He insisted on wearing his Crocs anyway, and I felt terribly guilty about his less than waterproof attire. He didn't give a fig "Let's pick Berries Mummy!" So we did.
Up the lanes in a circular route, through muddy puddles. Well why dodge them? We found lots of Blackberries. "Look at this beauty!" Olly exclaimed and he snaffled handfuls. We found a bush near his nursery with huge juicy fruits. They tasted delicious. The dogs had a walk and a sniff about. They were happy. Olly and me poked about at snails climbing up grass, and he chattered away about this and that.
This morning was a taste of things to come.
This afternoon we are going shopping. For wellies that fit, and a nice new waterproof coat. Olly wants pink ones........