The straw is coming from Bedale, which is about twelve miles away, and the first load set off in sunny weather. But as the tractor and trailer turned into our farm the heavens opened and there was what can only be described as a 'cloud burst'. I had my camera all ready to walk down the yard and take a photograph for you - but no way could I go out in that downpour, so I put on an anorak, nipped quickly to the edge of the patio and took one of the back view of the trailer. I think you can get the general idea of the weather from the photograph.
Within about ten minutes it had stopped but not before the water had run off the tops and down the side of the field opposite flooding it yet again. I took a photograph from the landing window of that. The trouble with living at the foot of hills is that every rain storm produces more and more water. Luckily it drains off quite quickly. This afternoon the farmer intended to bed the housing down with straw ready for the ladies to arrive. Instead he will spend much of the afternoon trying to brush the water out of the housing.