This was written last week during a rainy afternoon. It should have been posted then because now it's all sunny and we can't remember the deluge. But then again I don't think the rain has entirely left us yet.
The other prompt for this story was a post I did about the bureaucracy of an organisation I found that is trying to improve the conditions of upland peat bogs. I think that is what it does. It is hard to tell from their website. Have a quick shufty of the post to get the drift: My Tweetathon with Sir Humphrey
Again, apologies for the high school standard of writing.
(Image of upland (minus Witchy) from a lovely blog about hill walking called My Pennines. Don't tell him - he might not understand)
In Which Witchy Get Caught in the Uplands
