On yesterday morning’s walk, I took a trail that I’ve been avoiding since all of our recent rainfall. I knew there were low-lying areas along the trail, and was hopeful that the few hot days since the rains had dried everything up.

I was wrong. I believe our water table is so high this year, that it may never completely dry.

As I approached this flooded out section of trail, I opted to take the grass alongside the trail. Mistake! The grass was sopping wet and so were my feet after I crossed.

A little farther along, I came to another flooded section. This one was even deeper and wider than the first. My feet were already wet, so instead of trying the grass (where the laying water was visible on both sides this time), I just ploughed (waded) ahead through the puddle. This time, my feet were wet up to my ankles!

I had no problem maintaining power walking pace for my return home – my feet squishing in my soppy runners all the way. I’m hoping I got my runners off and into the sunshine and drying before they were damaged.

More rain is in the forecast, so I won’t be taking this trail again any time soon.

“Oh, Eeyore, you are wet!” said Piglet, feeling him.

Eeyore shook himself, and asked somebody to explain to Piglet what happened when you had been inside a river for quite a long time.”

A.A. Milne