Squelch

The whole world seems to be going squelch at the  We seem to be living in a bog – my morning trot down to feed the chickens is increasingly perilous. One day I may not make it back.

There is running water everywhere. The boundary between elements seems blurred – streams running across the road, branches brought down, mud creeping up to the front door. And this afternoon on th  way home I got caught in something that wasn’t rain, or hail, or sleet, but something hovering between all three.

Still, we live on a hill, we’re not struggling with lambing, the fire is lit and everyone is in for the night.

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About sarahsouthwest

I'm now in my early 50s. I started writing again as a way of exploring the world, and feel that over the last 2 years I have really grown as a writer. By day I work with children and young people with mental health difficulties. I juggle my own two children, my work, my writing practice, generally managing to keep all the balls up in the air.
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