Over the hill and out of the village. The rain descends. Water lashing at the car. Streams overflowing on to the road. Paddy fields have replaced pasture. A small group of sheep look miserably at us as we pass. A farmer dressed from head to toe in waterproofs, checking the livestock. Trees stand proud, trucks reflected in pools of water. In town, the grey sky is reflected in puddles that cover road and pavement. Raindrops drum on the roof, a musical accompaniment. Shopping is a dash from shop to shop – no window-gazing today. We stop for lunch halfway back, giving the weather a chance to improve. Homeward bound, the windscreen is covered with a gentle spattering of spray. Down the winding lanes, and over the crest of the hill. A shaft of sunlight breaks through the clouds ahead. A promise of brighter patches to come.