Puddles 2

Well, I did hear of two children way up near the border, who put on wellies, raincoats and umbrellas to searching out puddles for me. They made the muddy puddles with water from their paddling pool.

I could not draw them in rain coats, they might have suffered heat exhaustion!

I myself found interesting puddles, I spotted an oil puddle under a leaky car on the side of the road, then their was the spilt beer at the pub. 

I wish I had been as enterprising as my two young friends.

Puddle Splashing

I received a prayer request today, signed off "Happy Puddle Splashing!" 

What a wonderful visual aid and prompt to remind me to respond in prayer.

Puddle hunting's on the agenda tomorrow.





River Cam Granchester - Post Flood.

Last time I brought my sketch pad down here, sun shone brightly, walkers paced the bank - there was a lot of excited chatter in the background. That was almost exactly a year ago - high summer.

The grassy track is now a mud bath, the river flowing faster than I could punt upstream. Hardly anyone has come down here to enjoy their lunch, read or pass the time in pleasant company.

But I do hail the adventurous spirit of 4 youngsters, determined to keep School Leaving spirit up. Exams done, Balls danced and released from the fetters of education - the River Cam must be swum.

So with one on the bank and four - no, that would be 3 - three in the water, a bit of normality is returning to this sleepy bank.

In the background birds lift their chirruping above the distant, but sadly constant rumble, of traffic setting off down the M11 to London.

As I write this a spider has begun spinning his web dangling from my beard. He has mistaken me for some country hedgerow!

The sun is now out, ramblers have emerged from their lunchtime beverages. Time, methinks, for this ancient hedgerow to find a cup of tea.

SPLASHING through puddles...