The wet and the tractors have combined to make a morass of the lane. Mud up to my ankles. My boots are released from its embrace with a loud squelch. The puddles have joined together into a stream, running down the grassy centre. In the hedgerows, the dunnocks flit from branch to branch, a gossiping bunch. The clouds gather over the horizon, and head my way. Sunshine and rain combine to give glorious rainbows and soggy hat. Climbing up the hill, the full force of the squall hits head on, before ceasing abruptly. Fields spread out before me, last years golden stubble poking through the new growth. Across the ancient stone bridge. The usual trickle has become a torrent, roaring its way down to the sea. Then round the bend and on to the road. Potholes overflowing. Raindrops slowly begin their dance on the surface. In the shelter of a far hedge, a flash of white catches my eye. Two deer, sheltering from the onslaught. The sun emerges from behind the clouds again, and the deer lift their heads in greeting. I turn the next corner. Ahead lies the sea, a shimmering mass of light. Homeward bound.