When we got back to the marina, the first thing that really stood out was the water level, which had risen considerably in the two days we’ve been away.
Although not as high yet as it had been at the beginning of the year (these pictures were taken in January), the bank has almost disappeared and the gantry has only a slight incline.
There is more rain to come, and after the weather forecast this morning, the next news item was the fact that the Number One record in the charts is the charity record by the NHS choir singing Bridge Over Troubled Water.
My thoughts are with the families in Cumbria and the north of the UK who have already faced disaster, loss and ruin to floods three times in as many weeks and are now preparing for a fourth. Over 300 flood warnings were issued by midday.
What comes on the radio but Band Aid singing Do They Know It’s Christmas.
Yes, these people know it’s Christmas, one they will probably never fully recover from, but unlike the starving kids of Africa who had nothing (to lose), these people have lost everything.
It is indeed sad that there are so many needy people worldwide who are supported by our charities, be it recordings of popular songs, collections on the streets, or donations by our caring population to whatever charity or disaster fund.
What help or disaster fund is apparent for our own citizens?
Refugees and migrants are trying to come to Britain, to a life of plenty, where they will be given homes, money, food, clothes, and not have to worry about paying any bills.
What do the stricken flood victims have to look forward to?
In the cottage, I got twitchy when we had heavy rain and high winds.
We came within inches of our threshold being breached, but once we’d sorted out our drainage, we were OK.
Living on a boat, high water doesn’t worry us, but high winds do bash us around, so we ensure our ropes are in good condition and we are secure on our mooring.
We have spent a lovely Christmas with MOH. I enjoyed cooking for those I care about.
Outside the wind whipped around his property, and rain pelted down.
But we were warm and dry.
We are safely back at the house, again the wind is whipping around the property at a constant 32 mph. The forecast here is for periods of rain over the next two hours.
In the North of the country, it was predicted that seven inches of rain will fall in 12 hours.
Hubby has been down to check on the boat. All is well, and our home is safe.
A lot of people no longer have homes, and even if they do, they are uninhabitable.