I guess further downstream things are pretty bad with all the floods in Yorkshire, but even up here in the Dales we’re flooding. Must say I’m getting a bit fed-up with wet walks, wind and incessant rain. I took a couple of snaps of my usual stomping grounds, sorry not very sharp as it was blowing so hard and very overcast, but I’ve taken to braving the winds and walking the ‘tops’ to avoid much of the water, although even on the highest points you’re still sloshing around.

At times like this I yearn for drier climes and if this is going to be the chaotic nature of our climate for the foreseeable future, then it’s got to be a consideration. Many people I talk to nowadays seem to be talking of leaving the UK – well England at least – but that’s certainly not wholly down to our weather patterns!

Another problem with these wet sojourns is the lack of things to look at – I mean the fauna around here is keeping it’s head well down. There were a few Fieldfares at one stage, they were late, but put in an brief appearance and disappeared. Random Herons stand hopefully in the flooded meadows and Starlings struggling home now take the contour-hugging route straight to their roosts. The only birds I’ve seen apparently enjoying it are the Rooks wheeling around and diving recklessly at the ground, but there again, they’re always having fun.