Thursday, 4 November 2010
Rain, rain...go away!
Come again another day.
Little Tommy wants to play! Remember the Nursery Rhyme?
How I wiahs it would go away. It has rained incessantly here for about the last twenty four hours and everywhere is soaking wet. There are huge puddles in the road ways, the fields are standing in water, the gateways are deep in mud and the rivers are overflowing.
Up here in The Yorkshire Dales, just below the Eastern watershed of the Pennine Chain of Hills, we have the greatest respect for our rivers. The river in our Dale is the River Ure. It rises within yards of the River Eden which flows Westwards, through Carlisle. The Ure flows into the River Ouse and then into the Humber Estuary and out into the North Sea. So it goes without saying that any water in excess that we get up here goes down the Ouse to York and then down to the Humber. If we are flooded today then York gets it tomorrow.
I went down to Ripon this afternoon. The photograph was taken just before we reached the village of Middleham at about 2pm. this afternoon. When we returned at 4pm there was no green field left to be seen, the water had covered it all. I couldn't take a photograph as it was almost dark.
The power of the water is quite awesome - and quite frightening too. I am glad to be home with the curtains drawn, the log-burning stove glowing bright in the sitting room, Tess asleep in her bed, the farmer just taking a new jig saw out of its box and Nigella on the television at 8pm. I watch the programme for her excellent recipes - I don't need to tell you why the farmer watches it (or rather her). Have a warm and cosy evening and let's hope the sun is shining in the morning.