I think I've written before about the joys of waterproof leggings. Once you're out in it, there's something truly exhilarating about "bad" weather, if you've got suitable clothing on. The assurance of dry legs and dry feet completely transforms the experience: it becomes a natural high. If I'm alone (and who isn't, on a day like this?) I often find myself singing with the simple pleasure of it all.
In very wet weather, the skeleton of the old water-meadow system reveals itself. What is normally a tightly-grazed grassy meadow becomes a series of long, rectangular islands divided by shallow channels (though deep enough to overwhelm a wellington boot, the nearer you get to the River Itchen). The islands look quite similar in size and configuration to the acre strips of the mediaeval "three fields" system, though whether this is the case I don't know.
It's always good to start a new year with something a little out of the ordinary, so for once I had the camera set to "auto ISO", with no upper limit, and I can say with a high degree of certainty that these are the first photos I've ever taken at ISO 6400. That the images are even halfway usable at that ludicrous sensitivity is still a matter of astonishment for me.