The university playing fields in town were a veritable lake when we drove past them earlier - and then we discovered that we had a lake of our own (well relatively speaking!).
A small pond had formed at the bottom of the garden, where water drains in from the field behind us, and hopefully drains out through a pipe into the field next door. Martin got the drain rods out and we soon heard the water gushing away, so we're back to a soggy puddle now.
The garden itself isn't too far off achieving lake status of its own though - a good half of it is so waterlogged that it's actually pooling at the bottom of the path leading up to the wood 'shed'.
Drainage strategies are already under consideration . . .
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