That's not how I saw it going in my head.

Took the dogs out this evening (fortunately minus Megan who was not keen) and rather than the woods walk I decided I wanted to go look at the river to see how bad it was.

Not a good plan.

Waded across a little stream which has a railway sleeper bridge (they float you know... this is good to know, should the deluge reach the top of our hill we can always build a raft from our deck). The water came to the top of my wellies, not over the top, just up to the top. EEK.

The dogs were MOST unkeen, though the wolfhound got into the swing of it and frisked around in the big "puddles" aka the Thames.

Ok - it IS wet down there. Very wet. Oh really?