Even the locals who are well used to rain more so than most people are starting to comment on the amount of the stuff falling from the sky. Our drive, luckily downhill from the house is looking more like a burn than a road. One of Our friendly Pheasants, Flash, thinks it makes a good mirror. I digress, for, I have a cunning plan to stop the rain. As we have too much land to make into a garden and both wife P and I like water features, a Wild Life pond seems a good idea. The area has been marked out for some time and the liner delivered. We can hire a mini digger on the island, they are great fun after the first hour of wondering how the hell the thing works....but with a bit of previous and the help of a friend I think we can achieve a hole in the ground lined with plastic. Then comes the crunch...rainfall will be ideal to fill the pond so, of course, the day we finish sliding around in the mud and actually want it to rain perversely knowing my luck it will stop raining and we will be quickly reading drought notices. Well that is the plan.