Two days rain. Revelations and conversations, lots of water under the bridge by Sunday lunchtime. It often floods here, but rarely deep enough that it gets hard to find the way home.
And Brighton, on a grey day, so much more traffic than at night. Met Leo, who was at least polite while I drank tea on his patch, then
lucy_pointycat,
rhandolph and I splashed our way to
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