Certain bloggers manage to accompany their postings with cleverly related sound tracks; I've still not (thankfully) managed to achieve this horror, so be grateful.
However, as you look at these photos, I'd like you to imagine the sound of size 45 gumboots plodding through sticky, water-filled, mud holes; with the occasional splash, and curse of 'oh for god's sake' thrown in for good measure.
The ground is sodden, all pot-holes are filled with brown water, and gumboots are worn for every dog-emptying sortie.
It seems to have been raining for ever, but in fact this isn't the case. It mostly rains at night; conveniently stopping before my 8.15 am walk with the hooligans. We have even been taking afternoon tea outdoors in sunshine. Unfortunately the product of the rainfall lingers.
As you can probably see by the above, it's squelch, squelch, squelch, all the way home!