Rivers of mud

The non stop rain is puddling on the ground and little rivers of mud are trickling down in the direction of the large pond.

Sensible birds have decided to stay indoors and who can blame them.

Amidst the gloom and against a grey sky the newly pruned copper beeches stand proud and colourful.

It’s a perfect day for sitting indoors, catching up on paperwork and (like the guy below) continuing to read Fire and Fury on my iPad.

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