It's been raining on and off for weeks now and I think that all of those who spend the majority of their lives outside have probably had enough now. As much as I like the rain, and I do really like the rain, the end result is mud.
Muddy paw prints in the house, poached paddocks and muddy horses. Pig pens that have completely turned to mud.
Oh well as least Hugo looks happy. I'm so glad I bought new wellies and that they haven't fallen to pieces yet and so very grateful that all we have to contend with is mud.
25 November 1929 floods Wonastow Road in Monmouth, Wales, UK. (Image via Wiki Commons)