Heading to the loft for another year.

On Saturday morning T’s Christmas decoration, that is almost as old as she is, will be packed carefully away until another outing in December. I walked into the village in the bright morning light first thing. It began to cloud over on the way back. Once again we escaped the very heavy rain tracking east across southern England. Meanwhile the Severn and Avon continue to rise as earlier storm waters flow slowly seawards.