The River Avon near Bath was a welcome backdrop to my day yesterday (work was involved, it wasn't just a jolly). Heading out of London at dawn I noted there had been a hard frost in the English countryside which still lingered. Mists clung to low lying areas. The ground was damp, the air was damp, every branch of every tree dripped with dew.
 It's strange to think that we have had a drought this year but now not one blade of grass will be dry for months to come. The Avon was in full flow with powerful swirling currents that seemed to portend burst banks and flooded fields in the months ahead