No let up in the rain. This is turning into the wettest summer since we've been here. Sophie eyes up the grey skies and wonders whether to return to bed.
Our morning excitement is provided by two young deer who wander across the road in front of us. When I say young I'm talking of a week or so old at the most. One retreats back into the woodland, the other hides among the sunflowers. Sophie is intrigued but not sufficiently intrigued to give chase.
By now all the sunflower fields for miles around should be flowering. This year the overcast skies and rain mean that more sheltered spots are still waiting to bloom. Sunflowers, en masse, in the rain can look a little 'dreech'.
We pass the little 13th century chapel. There's a solitary car there. The groundskeeper is up and about early weeding the cemetery. He stops and waves as we pass. 'The weeds are loving this weather'.
Then it's time to head off to the cafe for our morning croissant. We wait a while until the queue thins out and then opt to share our breakfast in the car park. Sophie is quite ok with this. Afterwards she is rewarded with a ten minute tour of all the shopping centre lamp posts. By the time we get back The Old Farmer is up and about. He is unimpressed with the new television. I shall go over later today and label the remotes so he knows which one turns it on and which one boosts the volume. Today he will be working on the venerable Ford Transit motor home.
This doesn't sound ideal :https://twitter.com/anasalhajji/status/1421441437170905088