This morning i woke to the sound of construction machinery across the road and figured if they were sending the guys back to the pit, i could fit in a load of washing. The dry spell lasted about half an hour. I guess the machinery was a pump. My bed sheet is draped from the closet doors.
The hills are verdant. I did not leave the house all through August. When i am healed up a bit more i will don a bandana and go for a wander.
Right now i will make another coffee and perhaps do some virtual wandering in Shropshire.