'April blooming showers....and such!

A huge droplet has trickled down the bridge of my nose, and having briefly hung from the end of it, it decides to obey gravity and join the rest of the rain on the forest path.

‘Sniff!’

Fellow droplets are now trundling around the rim of my ears, and forming earrings on the ends of my lobes, before copying the early nose drop!

’Sniff!’

Longish lengths of woodland grass are bowing under the weight of large raindrops…others of which are ‘falling on my head!’

‘Sniff, Br’rrr, snuffle and sniff!’

Naturally my companion on this ‘delightful’ stroll is some yards ahead, happily sniffing the pathway and hootering the air, rather like some canine radar scanner.

‘Isn’t it luvverly guv?’

Before answering, I’m recalling the time; not 20 minutes before; when we’d strolled out into a pleasantly warm morning, and I panted my way up the path, being lead by a beaming Bing, and entered our dear old forest. Now, I’m Slithering and sliding down a muddy path, trying to gather my thoughts before proffering the lad a reply!

‘I was saying guv…..’ 

A scent is received into the hooter, and I perceive that he’s rummaging around his vast mental lexicon of memorable ‘pongs.’

‘M’mmm, crocus I reckon. Yes, as I was saying old poop, isn’t it simply heavenly out here today.’

Careful H-T, choose your words carefully. Remember the boy Bing is built for such perambulations, he cannot understand your desire to find a suitable place where the only water is contained within a glass of hops!

I’m assuming that the lads remark is purely rhetorical, as I receive a grin and he trundles on towards a pond.

The expression ‘it’s too wet for ducks’ comes to mind, for as we stand on a stage, the feathered inhabitants are not to be seen. Not for them a rain drenching, they are far too sensible. No, they are snugly ensconced in their thatched reed homes! Well if they have any sense they are!

‘M’mm that’s odd guv, not a sign of ‘em.’

‘Well Bing…….’

My voice trails away as three moorhens decide to appear and, ‘Wilson, Keppel & Betty’ like, nod & bob their way across the water before disappearing under a low bridge.

‘Sniff.’

‘There you are guv, I knew we’d see some folk down here.’

The enthusiasm of my companion is really a wonder, for here I am trying to ignore the assault from more huge rain drops, feeling decidedly damp………and yet………..and yet I’m smiling like a simpleton.

The sun decides to peep through

‘Sniff!!!!’

Am I dreaming? Is Bing humming "The Sun has Got His Hat on?" I know he's heard me hum it a few times but can it be true? Frankly when it comes to the boy Bing, nothing surprises me.