Her name is Rachel

The water level is the highest we’ve seen it, in the reddest of the red water depth gauge, and although the gantry isn’t exactly horizontal, it may well be if this keeps up.
Bertha tried.
So did Gonzalo.

Today is Thursday.
Tuesday, we had snow.
Last night was stormy and we were assaulted by the elements with a vengeance, but held fast.
Today I read that Rachel is to blame, and she doesn’t intend to give up.
storm rachel
We got caught out this morning, having walked into town in brilliant sunshine and clear skies, only for it to change dramatically five minutes from home.
The dog was toweled dry, then blasted with the hairdryer and is now curled up on her bench slightly wavy as she dozes in the intermittent sun.
There is no way we could get our clothes and coats dry in the boat, so Hubby has spent the last half hour in the launderette.
Everything done, he made it back before the skies opened again.
Rain is currently falling, those icy, cold fingers that soak through your outer layers and into your soul.

striped skyLooking at the striped sky, itself a mass of confusion, rain will pummel the boat in time waves, and we will sit and watch for a clear patch to take Maggie out for her business. Luckily, there is nothing we have to do today, apart from yet another weather war.

stormy sky

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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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