In a brief break in the rain today, I took the compost up the back of the garden and the grass squelched beneath my feet. It felt like I was walking on a massive, green, water inundated sponge. It was not pleasant. Though, it was nicer than back home in Trosa.
At least there was a break here in Lymington, which meant Freya could go to the toilet without raindrops threatening her, sending her into a Chicken Little territory of fear.
A complete break in the weather came late in the afternoon when the sun actually made an appearance. It prompted Mirinda to take the girls for a walk. She was feeling a bit better today and I think leaving the house possibly did her some good. It certainly made the girls happy.
As for me, I spent a lot of the day watching the rain outside while researching a few more dead soldiers. I also spent some time in the kitchen, making soup then dinner. And washing up.
Now that I roast the vegetables for the soup, it leaves me with a baking tray as well as the rest of the detritus. I invariably need the tray for dinner, so it means cleaning up between meals. Still, it’s worth it as the soup tastes better. Apparently. I don’t actually like soup.
I’m also not that keen on all the rain we’ve had. Still, it looks a bit better than Trosa.
Honestly the new forest itself is like a giant 140k acre swamp. Standing water everywhere.