And I'm speaking like Pepper Pig. Inexplicably, I want to "stomp about in muddy puddles". We've been staying with our friends, John and Linda Twidle, in the Midlands. We are very familiar with their little village, Congerstone.
England is very dry at the moment. They've not had decent rain in more than five weeks. It's been a late, cold spring. Now summer has come with a vengeance.
We have had two big days sightseeing around the Cotswolds. We are camping and it's been a bit rough. (I'd prefer my feet didn't even touch the floor.) Even so, I have to admit the views over the countryside are amazing. It's 9.22pm and I can see the sun as it dips below the horizon. One last bright gold eyebrow going, going
...gone.
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