Another day, another spectacular thing overhead.
This time driving to collect Boy Three from nursery, a layer of yellow-tinged cloud was casting a warm glow on the puddles. At the fringes of the cirrus-cumulus confection blue sky showed, like trim on a particularly extravagant parasol.
But while this was going on I wasn’t watching for flood water on the road, running off the thawing fields. Luckily, all I got was startled and there seemed to be no harm done.
Incidentally, how deep is too deep when you’re thinking about driving into a puddle?
Too deep? Depends on the number of pedestrians walking alongside the puddle to be drenched!