The Big Wet

We had torrential rain overnight, recording falls of about 160 millimetres. The fields have been transformed into muddy brown lakes, dotted with haystacks like floating islands.

Even the little creek that flows through Tiny Town has become a swiftly running river ...

with no sign of the little bridge that Boo and I float paper boats under (this post will give you an idea of what our river usually looks like).

But the garden was transformed into a water wonderland. Boo and I grabbed his little surfboard and raced through giant puddles to the top of a newly born river ...

... then he swooshed down the rapids, rain pelting on his back and laughing with delight into Granny's waiting arms.

And finally into Mummy's warm embrace and home, to a hot chocolate and nest of soft blankets on the sofa.