This week has brought us a mixture of sunshine and heavy showers, sometimes both together.
It could almost be April again.
Most evenings this week have found King of the Hill up a ladder against the side of the house to clear another gutter.
The world becomes pixellated by the cascades of raindrops glittering in the sun, while the horizons disappear into mist.
I’ve never known our lanes so wet; water cascading from the fields to turn the roads into racing rivers, which twist and turn alongside the car, almost outpacing the wheels before turning and snarling at the tyres from deep pools.
Living on a hilltop does have some advantages, as the water drains down and away, into the valley below.
Once our cars have safely navigated the waters home, we can watch the rain hammering down outside from a warm dry window, listening to reports of local road closures and more distant floods, and be thankful for our good fortune. The garden seems to be luxuriating in the attention. I hope the weather has been kind to you?