A damp start for me and Tess.

It seems that worse than pouring rain is drizzle. The paths which had been dry are suddenly greasy and puddles of mud appear in your favourite paths.

I allowed my canine companion to lead me pretty much where she wanted to go, letting her off the leash whenever safe.

She found her way to one of her favourite places. A path which had not really dried out all 'summer' fed with streams draining ancient spoil heaps which are horribly black and gritty. From there to the golf course, another path still slimy from weeks of rain earlier in the year.

Tess needed a wash when we got home and by the time I had my cuppa, the sun was out. It shone for the rest of the day!