The car has been fixed (it was the water pump, as I had suspected) so I cycled back to deepest north Suffolk to retrieve it. Just as on a boat, you see far more than when driving. I retraced almost the same route as on Friday, but saw two things which I'd missed before: the memorial to Saint Edmund, with its wrong apostrophe set in stone, in the middle of a field of oilseed rape; and a wartime hospital.
I had to brush past the wet oilseed rape to get to the memorial...
... but it was worth it...
... if only to wince at the apostrophe (ouch!)
Drought memories as Oxford is cut off by high waters
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I think we're in the longest wet weather spell I can remember. The table
at the end of this post illustrates it well. But first, the longest dry
spell ...
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