Rain, rain and more rain. Not so much falling as being ladled out of the sky onto our little corner of paradise. It flows off the ridge into the valley, transforming the mild mannered little stream into a raging torrent. Down by the mill it's burst its banks and washed away part of the the road. Bob and Sophie find all this magical. They stop and stare at the water as it rushes by. Bob,the ever on alert top dog, soon gets bored but Sophie remains rooted to the spot, completely transfixed by the sight and sound of the water. She considers chasing a pair of passing ducks but thinks better of it. Another week of downpours forecast.
To enliven their day the two angels rediscover that old puppy hood trick of eating the plaster off the walls. Finally, 'the font' lets them out in the orchard. A muddy dog better, and less expensive, than a bored one.