The rain it raineth every day

My year old deerhound Etti with me on that wet day in August 2019 when I first saw the walled garden

I’m writing this as the rain hammers down on my study window which can only mean one thing. It’s August in northern England. It was a day like this when I first saw the walled garden, and even in the heavy rain, it sparked a love-affair the memory of wh…