It rains a lot here, I may have mentioned it before. Admittedly, compared to many others, we have had an easy ride in recent weeks. Traveling by train across the Somerset Levels this weekend the water was lapping at the tracks, reaching as far as the eye could see. Tops of fence posts were just visible, breaking the surface of the inland lake, and trees were waving branches above the deluge, hopefully not drowning. It was both surreal and shocking. At Cliffe we are used to the event of persistent rain but not the process of damaging flood. Mind you if we did, bearing in mind that the garden is situated almost at the top of a very steep hill, it would be time to pull out the Build Your Own Ark instructions. However the combination of many recent “events” and the necessity to continue gardening has resulting in a lot of mud on the premises, especially underfoot. This makes a typical work day a little like the first round of Dancing on Ice, with slightly less elegance and a darned sight more clothes. Hero came a cropper on Monday whilst attempting a double toe loop, double lutz combination, scattering the full contents of a compost filled wheelbarrow onto the bed below – you at the back stop tittering! Luckily she wasn’t hurt and the place the compost landed was deemed its perfect position. Late this afternoon I did a triple salco outside the potting shed but managed to land it quite nicely, the arm positions may have been a little lax, the outburst a mite unladylike, but I did remain on my feet. There may well be a change of career on the horizon!