Last Sunday. After some unseasonably mild weather, Friday night had brought payback: torrential rain, proper stair-rods; roads running with streams, huge new puddles in the drive. The weekend brought further heavy showers accompanied by strong winds.
A brief bright spell on Sunday afternoon saw S and I out enjoying the after effects of the storms.
We weren’t out for long – once we were out of the shelter of enclosing walls and hedges S found the wind was pushing him into a jog. ‘Too windy Dad’ so we had to beat a hasty retreat.
But he did love those puddles.
Especially running through them kicking up a good splash in the process.