We have had the odd bursts of rain, spits and spots as some of the TV weather forecasters say, but mostly the sky has stayed stubbornly empty.
Thunderstorms have boomed around the night sky to the North and South, lighting up the Fens with their pyrotechnics but consistently missing us with the main downpour. All we have been graced with is the odd couple of millimetres of rain from the fringes of the storms.
These cracks in the earth are in the 'train tracks' in the wheat field, the pathways the farmer follows in his tractor when he's spraying, and it is perfectly obvious that we need some steady rain to fill them in.
Predictably when I took the pictures it started to rain, perhaps I should be in charge of ending the drought. On a nice ministerial salary of course.