Our village is known for its mahooosive puddles after a robust shower of wet rain, and you never ever, ever cross at the zebra crossing because everyone knows that you will get drenched! As legend has it, the aforementioned zebra crossing was built over a
fiord ford (or, more likely, the drains either side are just permanently blocked!).
However, Nigel has turned a negative into a positive (??) and invented the wet weather genre of “puddle surfing”, where he stands as close to the largest, deepest puddle he can find …… and waits for a car to approach, then at the very last moment he runs away, in theory missing being deluged …… however, more often than not Nigel is hit by a wall of yucky water ……
…… and both Darrell and I are growing a little weary of wringing him out …!!