After Rain

A wet day in the fells with the dirt roads running like rivers in the forest. The timber wagons, coming in early every morning, churn mud which with the water take the lines of least resistance initially and then as the volume increases, overflows ditches and culverts and sweeps over barriers to weep down the hillside. 
I arrived at work at 09.00 to find the front of the education  yurt swimming in a torrent of yellow sediment and water. An infant school was due at 10.00, so something needed to be done quickly. I am so blessed with being part of a team of great colleagues. Two of them immediately stopped what they were doing, grabbed mattocks and carved a temporary channel to divert the flood whilst I lit the woodburner. An hour later we were all smartened up and ready for the arrival of the school bus and to explore the Gruffalo trail with a mixed class of 4 to 7 year olds.
Miraculously, the rain stopped when I took the children out into the forest switched on at lunch but was clear again for adventure play in the afternoon. They left muddy but warm and smiling. 
By the time I'd cleared away, the sky was looking much more promising. Driving home over Fangs Brow looking over the Solway to Scotland, the sunset was truly dramatic and the weather on track for a fine clear night.