It has gone, the snow.
Leaving in its wake vast puddles of muddy water, turning the fields into lakes and ponds. The ditch and the lane along which we walk are now a river and stream. The real river is a deep torrent of muddy brown and threatens to wash away resident ducks.
Wellies are a must when walking the dogs. Wellies and dogs, magnets for mud. Which, when brought home, trails through the house. Wagging tails facilitate its spread, splattering spots across walls and floors, and smudging furniture. Mopping, wiping and sponging become a full time occupation.