Walking yesterday, dodged some heavy rain in a church, everything looked good. But god doesn't like heathens who abuse his hospitality. Hence the thunderstorm that parked over our heads for the walk home.
Sub-fucking-aqua.
Then towards the end, as the rain eased up, we encountered (presumably, I didn't do a DNA test) a family* coming the other way on the footpath. 'It's really deep.' They weren't kidding. No matter how wet you are, there's the moment when the water level reaches your crotch and you know all is lost. I'm not sure that pair of hiking boots will ever dry.
*one of the teenage girls was incongruously in a little black dress and fishnet tights and clutching her shoes. Going fishing, she claimed. A bit odd, the other two were in wellies, for whatever that was worth.