evening, sodden, washing

Feather.

The fields are sodden or flooded, there are puddles on the paths. The vivid expression that I first heard as a child still appeals to me for it is, one supposes, true: "Nice weather for ducks."

Above an extension of a terrace house backing on to the railway line, I note as the train passes, a line of washing hoisted to the level of a first floor window. It reminds me of flags at a fete, though it is blown by the wind and rinsed by the driving rain.