England's green
and pleasant land was largely under water when I visited a couple of
months ago. I understand it's even more so now. I visited Tewkesbury,
Worcester, and Evesham, and found the car parks under water, bridges
closed, and river walkways submerged. 
I got out on a few little rambles along muddy pathways and through muddy fields, but somehow it just doesn't quite cut it any more for this Aussie bushwalker. Maybe visiting England in winter was a bit of a mistake. It can be a depressing old country at the best of times, but when the full force of the wettest winter since Ethelred the Unready hits you, it's a bit of a lost cause. Nice weather for ducks, as they say.
