Like the hanging gardens of Babylon, floating lawns are a wonder of the world. In fact, I’m fairly certain that my floating lawn is unique, and would become a tourist attraction if anyone knew about it. Here it is:You can tell it’s been wet. But what the picture can’t show you is that the whole central island of turf is – genuinely – floating, like the cover on a swimming pool, and if you walk on it… well, it is like walking on the cover of a swimming pool. Somewhere underneath there is a choked and broken field drain, and in heavy rain the water pressure simply pushes all the turf loose from its moorings and raises it up into a bubble of grass
This squishy trampoline is irresistible to small children, but I’ve had to ban them ever since I fell through it myself. Not only was the water thigh deep and icy, but it was astonishingly hard to get back onto firm ground. So now I stick to taking pretty pictures of a marooned dandelion skeleton.While it has been wet here, most of England is basking in unseasonable sunshine. Jealous? You bet. Meanwhile, the overflow from the old mill dam is looking quite dramatic – although there will be bigger floods to come.