Where does it come from, all this rain? Our village has been flooded a number of times in the last month, and billions (literally) of small stones about the size of a walnut have been washed out from the ancient quarries, up on the moors and have crashed into our gardens and messed them completely. The council have been out clearing the mess for days and there is more rain to come!
All that is nothing compared to my missing my old friends this summer. Let me explain.