It sounds something of an oxymoron to say we are in the wettest drought, but that is what we are in. Ever since an official drought was declared all it has done is rain, rivers are swollen, towns are flooded.
For the last three weeks it has rained. For the last week monsoon weather.
There have been days during the last week when it has started to rain late at night, early hours of the morning, it is then continuous heavy rain most of the day. It was like it one day last week, it was like it Sunday.
On the days when it rains it is cold, the temperature drops to 7 C. Then we get sunny days, sunny days with cloud.
That is how it was Tuesday of last week. I took the train down to Liphook, where I had pub lunch with Canon Andrew White, his wife and three of his colleagues. The train passed through wooded countryside, a green haze as I looked into the woods, the trees were coming into leaf, little patches of primrose, a fox basking in the sun.
On my way back, I could have stopped off in Guildford, but I was tired. When I got home, I enjoyed the sun in my garden.
And yet the day before was cold and wet, only 7 C.
Friday was a lovely sunny day, I went to Guildford for the day.
The River Wey was high, muddy and flowing very fast. Riverside properties were flooded at ground level.
Saturday was cold and wet, only 7 C.
Sunday very heavy rain from late Saturday night until it finally eased off mid-afternoon. It was not though cold.
The wettest drought. April 2012 the wettest April since records began in 1910, and April is not yet over.
Today, Monday, a lovely warm sunny day, 18 C.
I have made the most of it. I have been working in the garden. The lawns mowed, the grass has not been cut for a week.
The compost heap rebuilt. The blackbirds and robins had all but demolished it in their search for compost worms.
An area cleared of weeds, the ground forked. This has been cleared for sweetcorn. Some of the weeds have been piled on top of the compost heap. Maybe this will deter the blackbirds and robins.
I really need to build a new compost heap, but until I clear the old one, nowhere to build it.
My peas are a coupé of inches high, broad beans about an inch high.
The bluebells in the woodland area at the bottom of the garden are beginning to come into flower. The patch by the house have been in flower for a couple of weeks.
The grass clearing in the woodland area is carpeted with cowslips in flower.