wet, wet, wet

Water pouring down the tramlines of the un-harvested fields.

Ploughing stopped.

Livestock huddle under the trees seeking shelter from the relentless rain.

A soaking wet Jethro comes in and finally deals with a lengthy waiting list of phone calls. His dripping clothes hang all around leaving large muddy puddles.

Welcome to September 2008.


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