Summer lands

These are the lands where I was raised, but not born, and where as many generations as I can trace of one side of my family have lived and died. An ancient sea now drained but forever striving to return, land of legends, the Isle of Avalon, Arthur and his court, battles fought, cakes burnt.
At is best in summer months, wet and boggy in winter. Recent rains running off the surrounding hills have flooded fields and will take weeks to be pumped away to sea.