Well, a proper wet day today, the first for a while. We've had some heavy rain over recent days, but nearly all at night. I had a nice walk down to the pub though, for the poetry evening. An excellent guest poet, and a couple of decent pints of Adnam's, and good company.
Walking home, it's marvellous how just a couple of pints can propel you uphill so that you hardly notice the steepness. Wet nights, though - where the path is well lit, that's all right, but where shadows fall across it, or a street light is out (thank you, Powys County Council!), you tread carefully. I hate the sudden crunch which means (usually) that you've trodden on a snail - or even worse, the slimy squelch that suggests a slug has met its doom. On a wet night like this, they are out in force. I think I missed most of them.
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