Don’t worry. We haven’t been washed away.
Remember how I said the road will be covered by lunchtime? It was:
By dinnertime the water was through our gate:
It reached a high point around 10PM Tuesday night, still a few inches below the bottom row of post boxes (2010 had the two bottom rows underwader, so the level was a good half-meter below the worst flood we’ve experienced here).
By the time we woke up yesterday morning the water had already begun to recede, but the view at the weir downstream was still impressive:
Measuring by how much of the tree trunks are below the waterline, I estimate the water was flowing about a meter deep over the weir. That’s a LOT of water, people!
By lunchtime yesterday, we could see the road again…well, the mud covering the road, at least. And late afternoon we had a visitor taking advantage of the temporary wetlands with an abundance of forcibly relocated crabs and frogs.
This morning the river is safely back in its channel, and all that remains is lots of mud riddled with the little scratches of crabs that woke up to find they’re not in the water any more, and that there are predators about.
As stressful as it is to see the water rising, I’m glad I got to experience this one last time before we leave. It is humbling and inspiring to see the power of nature unleashed in this way.
“We need to get a proper camera before the baby gets here.”
Thus spoke the missus as we’re strolling through a big department store during our March vacation. We had two Fuji Finepix cameras dating from the turn of the millennium which I’d inherited as my folks upgraded to DSLRs and which did their jobs well enough, but she had a point. Back when my father had bought them they were pretty nifty, but that was over a decade ago. It was time for an upgrade.
Continue reading “This town is for the birds”
Actually just one river – the one next to which I live. But it’s looking like I’ve never seen it; like no one in living memory has seen it.
At the start of 2014 it looked like this:
If a picture can paint a thousand words…
Continue reading “A tale of two rivers”
I might have told this story before but the first words my wife ever spoke to me were to scold me for daring to say I can’t draw – anyone can draw, she loftily asserted, they just need to practice.
She has since seen me attempt to draw, which led to her admitting the error of her ways. Now, if I need a drawing I just tell her what I want, and she makes it happen. You can see the results all over this site. We make a good partnership that way.
But it’s by no means a one-sided partnership. While I can’t draw I’m a very practical person, and when the wife gets magnificent, impractical, Pinterest-inspired ideas, it falls to me to turn concept into reality.
Continue reading “Getting crafty”