I had two outdoor goals today--plant some fruit trees and graduate.
Driven back by the rain from task one (literally--I was in a car) task two was looking equally doubtful. But then the clouds rolled away and London was bathed in sunshine.
Not wishing to ignore divine intervention I left the house. Spotify chipped in with "You can go your own way" and "Raindrops keep falling on my head", which was nice, but not my running playlist, so I corrected that and set off.
I can't say it was easy and I had a bit of a dark tea-time of the soul at about the 20 minute mark when the path was completely flooded and I had to set off over waterlogged ground.
But I squelched on to the end, covered a mighty 4.2 km and am looking forward to Michael coming round with my big gold cup. But how will he know where I live?
As for the fruit trees, the ground is so waterlogged I've had to heel them into a spare bed until the weather gets better. I hope...they will survive