​Driving to work this morning. It was all gone by lunchtime, when we had hailstones for a while. Of course, all of this has just added to the copious amounts of mud and flooding we now have.

​Looking west across a rainy valley towards Ferryhill.

​Driving behind this bin lorry made me chuckle. In America, you see stuffed toys and dolls tied to their carts, but I’d forgotten how the English always find the ladies underwear. I circled the hanging bra on the right.

​An angry sea today at Horden, where I spent a couple of hours picking up rocks and sea glass in the rain. 

​He’s been up to something, with that look on his face, but I haven’t found out yet…

​These Highland cows are a permanent fixture at Rowlands Gill, where we began our walk today. They had plenty of hay, but that mud!

​A morning on Horden Beach, chatting with a few locals and collecting sea glass.