It has been raining heavily, intermittently, for a few weeks now. When it does, the “Infant Thames”, as the trickling is known around here as it begins it’s journey east to the Big City and worldwide fame, becomes a stroppy bloated teenager for a while.
Three of the four roads out of our village will be flooded to some extent, but more consistently will be the fields through which the usually benign waters slip.
And as with all flooding, it is always a wonder, and frequently beautiful.
… taken this morning, zero degrees and freezing fingers …
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