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Wednesday 26 December 2012

BOXING DAY 2012

Just briefly to catch up, as I write this, it is just about the very end of Boxing Day and I've caught up with yesterday's escapades. Today has been a gently day and apart from a small trip to get much needed supplies like bread and fresh veg we've done very little but I did manage to get the daft dog for a short walk along the locally known as "Back Way". It was just a short walk before the rain came sweeping back in and oh boy am I glad that we got out when we did, because just as we reached the last few yards ... it bucketed it down ... yet again. The Fens as I so clearly saw today have had problems, so much so that farmers have been unable to plough many fields due to severe flooding and the loss of some of this years crops have been huge, causing local farmers a vast lack of income. 
But today, as the skies darkened, we were headed back towards the warmth and dry of our temporary home, through mud ... the ploughed fields were just huge chunks of solid mud amongst which could be clearly seen the chunks of small pieces of the local flint, which no doubt blunt the sharp edges of the ploughshares.
Everywhere I walked was through thick, wellie clinging mud! Even the dog, it has to be said, much as he loves plodging through all sorts of wetness ... mud ... water ... puddles etc found the going rather too gloopy even for him. My wellies got heavier.
In the mud, sludge-slimy pathways were the hoof prints of Muntjac deer, some of them tiny.  They are very beautiful small deer, about the size of large dogs but around here have grown to such numbers that they have become a pest. The daft dog doesn't quite know what to make of them. I also saw something the mutt missed, an adult dog fox running clear across the stubble field and disappearing into a reed filled dyke. The pewter grey sky was starting to "cry" with promise of a downpour, so we headed back along the quagmire of track  and silhouetted against the rain filled clouds,
stood the local windmill ... 
and no folks, that is not a black and white photograph but is a genuine colour photo,
that just goes to show you the conditions that we were heading back through, to the warmth of a centrally heated house, good food, company and a rather nice red wine.
A very lovely (is somewhat wet) relaxing, boxing day.

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