Henry was a gentleman in comparison, but Imogen has got a right strop on!
The water level has risen over four metres in 36 hours, and this morning passed our friend’s tape measurement on the pontoon pole from January.
All boats on the river moorings are again inaccessible due to the gangways being under water.
Our basin ‘cup’ floweth over the dog walk and is meeting the field having submerged the ditch on the other side.
We’re going out later to take some current photos as it’s surprisingly warm when/if the wind drops.
It was a blowy night, and ‘Did the earth move for you?’ has a totally new meaning here.
Rattles, bangs, thumps, whistles, whooshes, taps and crashes were the night time percussional serenade.
Hubby and the dog slept like lambs, but I cat napped. Nothing to do with the weather though. Damn reflux indigestion.