A split Chinese Elm, which I’m desperately sad about, seems a small price to pay for the deluge of wonderful rain we’ve received these last few days. Even on Saturday evening, the valley filled with smoke – an ominous sign, so to wake to the pitter-patter of rain on our tin roof early on Sunday morning was a huge relief, and while I’m ‘loathe to speak too soon’, we count ourselves very lucky indeed as we watch horror stories unfold across the nation. We’ve been hit far worse than one split tree, with all manner of freak storms over the years and our hearts go out to those who are in dire straits.
Here, the dams are up (though far from full), grass that was almost non-existant last week is green, and although there is a huge amount of work to be done, everything seems possible again…..