This week has been a week of terrible torrential rain and dark days with a sprinkling of sun shining through the grey clouds now and again. Never mind that, my dogs still wanted their daily trek along the bush trails in front of our house.
Dressed in my wet weather gear (plastic raincoat, plastic trousers, hat and wellies – such a good look!!) we set out and slithered and slid down a thick rope to lower ground.
Following the route carved in the rocky ground by the storm water – which was still running – we finally arrived on the main track to find ourselves in a new world of streams, waterfalls and squelching mud.
I could live with that …… until the heavens opened and down it poured again. Well, what the heck, we were already soaked so we might as well enjoy ourselves and carry on.
My three beagle boys were very excited and seemed to think this was an entirely new walk, not their usual one just transformed into a huge moving lake.
On returning home, having hosed and dried the dogs, I watched as the rain stopped and the steam rose from the valley floor.
There are advantages to living on the top of a hill. A fabulous view is one of them. Having to climb up at the end of a long wet bush walk is not!!