... wet weekend

Well. The forecast said showers, some heavy. The day was almost totally dry.
UNTIL I took the dogs out! I arranged to meet my brother in law Peter with his dogs, and set off in the car. 2 minutes up the road, it started to spit with rain. By the time I parked the car it was a bit drizzly. Obviously we've still got to go, and we're there, so we may as well get on with it. On go the wellies and I opt for the waterproof over-trousers too "in case it rains". Off we go. Boom! A monsoon of biblical proportions ensues! We plod around the walk rain running down our faces and streaming off our clothing, for 40 minutes, laughing and joking that it will stop when we get back to the vehicles. Well call me mystic Meg, because as I unlocked the car it stopped raining! And as we drove off, steaming gently, the sun came out and the skied were a brilliant blue - as per photo. The roads were flooded as we drove home, quite deep in places. So a wet weekend - but only during the hour that I was unavoidable outside!

It was still fun though. We didn't meet any other dog walkers on our route - wonder why?