The mad mutt, simply cannot understand, that why, when it's raining heavily that we can't go out and play. It's my fault really, because as a pup, new to the world away from the farm, he was scared of water. A mere puddle would have him looking at it in consternation. So ... I taught him that being out in lighter showers of course, was fun. Now I think the only weather condition that he can't cope with is a hail storm. Me neither!
So this morning I got grizzly whines and deep depressive sighs as rain pelted the house.
But given a break in the heavy south westerlies ... we ventured out onto the commons.
Only a very short walk in a small valley to shelter us from the biting wind and witnessed by some rather bemused sheep as they watched the dog having much watery fun. The heavy rain over the last few days has created small streams between the reeds and miniature waterfalls, cascading down the steep valley sides. Crazy canine in his element! Exploring all possibly watery places from the calm to the fast flowing.
Now ... it's a basic rule of gravity, that a tennis ball dropped in water such as seen above will fast head downwards, faster than even an agile collie can follow it, but he tried. Sadly for him, this freshly created water flow, gurgled and burbled to the boundary fence and on into the beech woods below. Result ... one very lost tennis ball, one unhappy, wet dog!
That is, until he replaced it with a beech stick and, as this newly created pool meant that he could swim and splash to his hearts content. There was no way he wanted to head back to the car, a short distance away. Now, what I have so far failed to mention is that in the intervening time there had been a rain squall and bugger-lugs here was soaked to the skin and just wanted to get home and dry. For a dog normally obedient to commands he was playing hooky from obeying the rules, including going back to the small waterfall in the pretence he might find his tennis ball! So I ignored him and focused on other things.
A submerged child's toy ... this area is a favourite of fly tippers.
And, a brief moment of sunshine through the clouds, highlighting the late gorse flowers and the rapidly changing colours of the beech trees.
But the last shot was a ground level view of this newly formed puddle.
As for the rest of the day? Well needless to say it just rained and rained again!
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