we bear the brunt of the rain. That whole saying, "It never rains but it pours" is so true and pouring it is. I snuck a quick mowing session in yesterday afternoon whilst it was dry but it's incredible. I have never known it to be so wet and the peas have turned yellow with the damp. The potatoes have scab and I'm waiting for signs of blight on Luke's last chance tomatoes. All in all it's been a damp squib of a summer. The puffins at Skomer Island will come and go another year without a visit from us as the thought of being on a craggy island with no shelter does not appeal. If it were just drizzling that would not be so bad but this is torrential! The flood warnings are still coming and I'm looking at taking up a hobby which does not see me getting wet. How I miss my garden. I am still sure we will enjoy a late summer though..., where there is life there is hope. Although it's getting soggier by the hour!
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