Now I'm Not One to Complain...

Midsummer's Day, the longest day of the year.  The sun rose almost before it went down and we could not see this as the clouds swept across the land drenching everyone and everything is a manner unknown outside of the 'driest county in England!'
The best day of the year in my mind, although the shortest is actually better come to think about it as the days get longer after that.  Tomorrow the days shorten and the nights begin to draw in.  The rain will continue however and we bless the good Lord for his gift, but ask that it might stop sometime during the day.
 

The people rejoicing in the gift of rain that brings forth crops, grass, flowers and trench foot!
 

A women's sense of dress does not take into consideration the weather so much as the place she is going.  No trench coat here, no need for spending lots at the 'Burberry' or 'Barbour' shops when a brolly will protect you from lashing rain that sweeps across the park! 
 

Whether it was to care for the young or whether it was because the rain brings worms and other beasties to the surface it was clear the big birds were not put off by the rain.  Indeed they appeared tor relish it as a large group gathered to inspect each blade of grass and listen for the worms gurgling their way to the surface.  
Monsoons strike Essex as often as they strike the colonies you know...