After 48 urs of constant rain from Tues this week, a short walk down gas brae revealed the extent of the flooding. I met Mac and his old dug who said he'd never seen it this high in all his puff. Anyhoo I took some pics on the old phone and have posted here for you to marvel at said precipitation. . . And somewhere in the distance a fat bearded man with an animal fixation hammered ceaslessly.
As my grandad used to say "Some bloody weather, for the size 'o place!"
I liked the added bit of danger now added to the tree swing. Just the thing; a muddy, brown torrent raging below. A couple of rats and it'd be all the way.
The bridge further down where the kids and I often play 'pooh sticks' was acting like more of a damn than a bridge as you can see here:
