There were puddles everywhere, even in the hollow at the base of a tree.
Just as well I wasn't intent on a long, fast walk, I was constantly seeking a dry path. When there are puddles everywhere ...well, you just have to take photos of puddles!
During the week Kevin, one of the guys who works here, was busy repairing the footbridge. I must admit it looks a whole lot safer than it did a week ago. You can see how old and almost rotten the old planks (laying in a heap at the bridge approach) were.