I love hunkering down inside, all cosy and warm while the rain pelts down outside. And this past winter has taken that love to another level for other reasons: just to hear water falling felt like such a relief after that long, dry, desperate summer.
There are things I find I just can’t do any more as a result of the drought. Sadly, reading for hours in a bath that you keep topping up with your toes is one of them. We stayed with friends recently, where there were no water restrictions. I dreamed about the bath I was going to have there for a long time… but once I was in it, I felt so guilty I couldn’t relax. And the idea of flushing a loo with clean water…
