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Hang on, I’ll put my cossie on


Where have I been?

I told you. Hiding in a corner and rocking. It’s been bloody traumatic this last few weeks and it’s not getting any better.

Life has been knocking us from pillar to post leaving us reeling with shock before BAM! another blow takes us unawares.

Anyway, I’m not going to dwell on all that.

It’s fair to say it’s been a bit rainy round here lately. So rainy in fact that roads are collapsing and buildings are falling down as their foundations are being washed away. I suppose that’s the downside (hahaaa; downside!!) of living in a town built on a hill. We even made the national news. Fame at last!

We arrived home one day to discover that the track to our house had become a river and our living room a lake. We spent a frantic few hours trying to mop up all the water and stop the flood by using towels stuffed under the door. Unfortunately, there was more water than we had towels so it all got a bit chaotic for a while. We got off lightly compared to many others in the town.  We had a months worth of rain in a few hours, even the ducks were taking shelter.

I’d like to say that it was an isolated incident but we’ve been having flash floods on an almost daily basis since.

Putting my waterproofs on to walk the dog was a pointless as they, ironically enough, were too wet to wear, never having time to dry out between outings.

 Boofuls and me spent a happy, ( that’s as in ‘it was one of the worst afternoons of my life’ kind of happy ) afternoon with breeze blocks, a ton of gravel and cement trying to repair the huge ravine that was once our track in order to make it driveable again. Even with a 4WD it was more than a bit iffy with eight inch deep holes everywhere it looked like land mines had exploded at regular intervals down it’s whole length. What a mess.
We stood back to admire our handiwork before running back to the house to avoid the next downpour – which undid a lot of our good work and created a whole new batch of craters to fill in.
On the plus side – so much of the track has been eroded that we are now able to see the original pack horse road that was the main road between our town and the next in the 1700 and 1800’s. We’ve uncovered a bit of history!

Here’s a photo or two of our track thinking it’s a river.

 

 

 

Fancy taking the dog our for a walk? Yeah, sure. I’ll go and put my swimming cossie on.

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Raindrops keep falling on my head


One of my Mum’s very favourite songs.

It’s one of two that I can’t listen to without getting all wistful, the other one is Daydream Believer. Our dance teacher once played Raindrops keep Falling On My Head, shortly after Mum had died and it caused me to burst into an unstoppable flood of tears. “Take it off, take it off.” Lashes implored him as I fell apart in the ballroom. The poor bloke wondered what the hell was going on.

I can listen to it now without crying, it brings back nice memories of my Mum singing it on a lovely family holiday in Lesvos one year. Music is unbelievably emotive, isn’t it?

It’s been stuck in my head for a different reason today though, the raindrops are actually falling – in their gazillions. The roads have turned into rivers and as I type this I have towels soaking up the water that’s pouring into the house under the patio doors. So much rain! I can’t remember when we last had this much rain. Even the ducks are sheltering. Torrential isn’t in it – and now a nice 50mph wind has come along to join it. You have to love an English summer!

So. For your wet Friday afternoon pleasure here it is:

Still on the subject of rain. The bride and groom from a couple of weeks ago came to view their proofs this morning. There’s was the wet wedding. The poor bride had had plans for us to photograph them all having a champagne breakfast on the terrace and photos of her with the dogs and the horses but the weather put paid to all that. She was brilliant on the day and just got on with enjoying it but I knew she was a bit disappointed.

I’d already made my mind up that if she was up for it we’d get her all dressed up again when the weather was nice and do the shots at the farm as she originally wanted. Ok, it won’t be her actual wedding day but they’ll be a nice keepsake. When they walked in with a nice big bottle of Bailey’s for us before they’d even seen their photographs the deal was done. This is my kind of couple! I’m pleased to report that they loved their photos. Especially the rainy ones.

Tomorrow I’ll be picking up my new (to me) car. Yay! I’m really excited about it as the one I have now has been troublesome in the extreme. I’ll be glad to see they back of it. Not so much a Grand Vitara and a Crap Vitara. So if you see a nice blue Honda 4WD zooming round the lanes of a grim and rainy Lancashire tomorrow and the driver has a big silly grin on her face – that’ll be me!