I recently wrote about the uncomfortable heatwave that we experienced, here in Norfolk. It didn’t last that long, and it has rained every day since. One of the benefits, no doubt, of living in the driest county in England. I watched the BBC weather news this morning, and the forecaster predicted, ‘showers in the east.’ He should have called one of his colleagues in the region, and got the facts. It rained all morning, until 4 pm, often in torrential bursts.
After a morning spent cleaning the house, I was ready to take Ollie for his walk, at the usual time. I have recently stopped carrying my trusty ‘country stick.’ This is mainly a measure to stop Ollie being attacked by unfriendly dogs, but it has many uses, as it is very sturdy. It has been replaced by my ‘gentleman’s umbrella’, originally purchased from John Lewis, in London. This has seen good service, and was well-worth the money. It made life easier at many bus stops in central London, and helped me during long walks home in the rain, in my time in the Capital. It is windproof, and has a curved wooden handle, all very traditional.
As soon as we started to head for the Meadows, the brolly was up. It wasn’t cold, and my shorts and short-sleeved shirt were evidence of the humidity. The shower soon turned to a downpour, as is its habit, and there were no fellow dog-walkers to share my misery. Ollie quickly decided that if he was going to get wet on dry land, he might just as well be in the river. He jumped in, searching for ducks. Finding none in residence, he continued walking along the water, hoping to find anything of interest. As he has previously discovered moorhens, voles, and even a large trout, there was some sense to his quest. In the absence of playmates, I tried to give him some interest. I soon had him searching for a platypus, then an anteater, and finally, a unicorn. Naturally, he had never seen any of these creatures, and one of them is mythical, so doesn’t exist anyway. Nonetheless, his determination was marked by his demeanour, and off he went.
After an hour, he tired of the river, and came out to join me on the grass. My leather deck-shoes were soaked by the wet grass, and they felt as if I was walking in cold wet sponges, not a pleasant experience. We carried on looking for something, anything to break the monotony of the endless rain. I suggested that he look for a Pangolin. He did his best, but had no idea what I was on about. He managed to find a rabbit, just the one. It was chased into its burrow, so his job was done to his satisfaction. By then , I was losing the will to continue, and as we had been out for almost two hours, I headed for home. I was thinking that I would have to have at least two towels to dry him off. I got into the driveway, and put his lead away, going inside to prepare the towels, and also dry off myself.
Then the rain stopped, and the sun came out. It didn’t last though, in case you were wondering.