11.10.19 Wet, wet or wet?

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Friday 11th 52F, dark, windy and pissing tipping down. I woke early and had to get up. It was only 6am. It is now 7.30 and the home made, organic muesli has gone down. Along with a cup of black coffee and then tea without milk. As is my wont since childhood. When milk turned to sour cream in the days before refrigerators. It is still dark and I can clearly hear the rain falling with a roar outside my dormer window. Five minutes later and the dark grey sky has become a noticeably lighter, but still very dark grey.

The direct descent from yesterday's distinctly soggy route. How they get tractors up there is anybody's guess. It should really be forest but they have cleared it for agriculture. The tufty grass gets clipped every so often but is still difficult to walk on. While the muddy machine tracks are seriously slippery at any inclination. Decent boots with proper soles are vital to avoid a long and bumpy descent on one's derrière!

One forecast is for continuous rain. With only a pause for lunch to recover. Before raining again for the rest of the day. I wonder if it will rain? Seriously! The competing, Danish weather forecast services are hedging their bets. By providing completely different forecasts, as usual. The "other" TV service is offering sunny periods with rain at different times. I wouldn't want to be responsible for an outdoor event based on these predictions! Wasn't it Denver in the US which had 83F followed by snow? I wonder if they had an accurate forecast?

I had this weird notion that royalty are like exotic gold [sic] fish in assorted goldfish bowls. They must fully expect to be viewed from all angles as part of their job description. None of their luxury, gilt edged bowls is intended to provide any privacy. Though they are allowed to decorate their bowls with rocks resembling vast, sprawling palaces and fairy tale castles.

The only qualification for the job is to be born. Nothing else is required. When they die they are removed from the mobile, goldfish bowl system with great ceremony. Accompanied by much weeping and wailing from the lowest orders. Who see themselves as inferior and unworthy for having been born outside the goldfish bowl, royalty system. The rest, as they say, is history. With partial water changes at intervals to avoid mental disease from inbreeding. Hope this helps?

A late walk to the lanes in a blustery wind but dry overhead. The field had drained down to a huge pond at the head of our drive. Where is was pouring over the retaining bank and down our drive. Causing a stream a couple of inches deep over the entire 50 yards of its gentle descent.

We have a drainage groove across the drive to turn any excess water into a ditch. Now there are blue splodges [meteorological term] between the clouds. So heaven knows when it will rain again.

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