As my dear old dad would have said, "It has been raining cats and dogs". There seemed no end to the rain - no wonder parts of the country has had floods.
For some reason I was reminded of Longfellow's poem where he said: Into each life some rain must fall and how some days must be dark and dreary.
But I don't mind the rain, the river looked full of energy and joy.
A house was nearly hidden behind the trees.
The river rumbled on with not a care in the world.
Damp primroses looked on cheerfully ...
... as the river splashed and gurgled.
Soon the water calmed.
I spotted some Elf Cups. In folklore it is said that the elves drink the morning dew from the cups.
Ah well, the end of our walk for today.
As we passed by a small cottage window all was peaceful.
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