Brooding…..

…….and brutal! Immense, dramatic, rain laden clouds crossing Durrant’s field here this afternoon. Durrant’s is a huge field, normally home to a large flock of sheep, the May fair in season and, annually, The Cheese Festival , a celebration of local food, beer and craft which attracts visitors from near and far for two days in the Autumn . Today, save from one other soul and her very timid, but friendly , dog, I had the field to myself, unsurprisingly given the weather. The white chalk track that crosses the field for the first third of its girth had been well washed over the last few days and despite the drying winds was still puddle strewn. From the look of the brooding skies it seemed as though it wouldn’t be dry for very much longer. When the rains come Durrant’s isn’t the best of places to be, there’s no cover to shelter under, or within, and when it comes the rain is brutal, cold, wet and thoroughly miserable. Thankfully today although it threatened, and finally arrived, it held off long enough to allow me to return home only mildly soggy, thank heavens for small mercies .