Wet again. Very, very wet in fact. My husband said "Waterproof trousers?" as I went out. "Nah," I said. "Not raining that much." Triumph of hope over soggy experience. I have now dried out, as has the dog.
The puddles are decorated with the blossom beaten off by the rain.
This is just part of the land the developers (Barwoods) have under option.
Apologies for the paucity of photographs. The camera's only just starting behaving again after its last soaking.