Saturday, 8 February 2014


This morning - being a nice morning (at first) with sunny intervals, we pottered about the garden, taken snaps of hellebore (above) and snowdrops (below).

A bit later Ann walked into town, and I went down to my workshop. When Ann got home she had to go upstairs to change as there had been a sudden, very heavy rainstorm, and she was  SOAKED! She also said the river was up nearly as high as she'd ever seen it.  So, after lunch, and after Scrabble Club, we motored a mile or so out of town and took the below two photos.
Our little River Brett, instead of being about four or five yards wide, had swollen to two or three hundred yards in width across the water meadows.

Took the below photograph on our way home, entering  Highdale from the East (sorry David-  South - East -looked at a map).

What weird weather we're having. Our side hall, and occasionally the kitchen is still leaking. We've had buckets under the main leaks, and piles of books in the front hall, since before Christmas. Our friend David, a builder specialising in early properties, says he can do nothing until the weather is drier.   Oh well - the joys of living in a grade two listed building !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Still, we keep telling each other that things are much worse for some of the people  in the West Country.


Z said...

Roads are flooded that aren't usually, but Earsham Dam, the road between here and Bungay, doesn't have water across, though the low bit usually floods. And we noticed the water was flowing back into the river this afternoon.

It gives such a lift to see flowers in bloom, doesn't it? Lovely snowdrops and aconites, and I noticed catkins this morning.

Mike and Ann said...

A neighbour's garden (a bit down hill towards the river) was flooded on Saturday morning, by the fierce rainstorm I mentioned. It has cleared now, as the river has dropped.

Pat said...

We are slowly drifting out to sea.
Beautiful plants.

Mike and Ann said...

Hello Pat. Yes, that's the impression we get. Not too sure about the 'slowly' even.
And... we both love Hellebore, used to be called Christmas roses. They bloom early, and for a long time, usually.