On the Friday, it rained .... and rained .... and rained.

On the Saturday, we could not access the field where our cattle had been grazing, nor could we see them. Rather than leave things to chance, we took to a kayak & here are the pics.

We were able to cross fences and hedges, without let or hindrance. The cattle were fine - we need not have worried!

On the Sunday, the floods had fallen a good 12 inches but were still up to the tops of the fence posts, on the lower flood plain, the highest in my lifetime (so far). The electric fencer unit was still a good 10 inches below the surface (new one required no doubt).

Anyway, it all turned into a jolly good excuse for a long paddle - most of Saturday and Sunday 'wasted' on the water. It disappeared all too soon, off down stream on its way to Abingdon, to contribute to the misery further down the Thames. We were the lucky ones. Our hearts go out to those who suffered so much in these floods and in those in June, further North.