Water, water, everywhere

Nor any drop to drink..

I stopped off in Maiden Bradley today to take a quick look at the fountain / water trough. It's inscribed with the following:
Drink, travellers, drink, of Bradley's purest rill,
Which, strange to say, runs quite a mile up hill;
Then to your panting steeds let all attend,
An honest horse is surely man's best friend.

It's been pouring with rain again today, but no chance of a drink here as the trough is full of last year's floral display!