I always thought that dreadful weather at the this time of year was all the fault of Wimbledon and Glastonbury, but today I’m wondering if it’s our bracken bashers fault. Today is the first day of the season and the team have gone out to Grimspound, right in the middle of the moor. And guess what? It is pouring down.

What was described as “beefy showers” by Rachel, our bracken supremo, have turned out to be “heavens opening, windscreen wipers on double speed” showers that are all merging together with barely a gap between them.

Whilst I love being out on the moor, personally I’m quite happy to be in the office today. I wonder how the team are getting on?