The rain has stopped for the moment, after more than five inches. Already the beck has gone down considerbly although where it runs through our fields it has left its signature all along the banks. It swept through the wood, carrying with it piles of pine needles; it raged through fencing leaving behind debris in the form of plastic bags, weeds etc; it created several new paths, which may or may not become permanent; if broke down many fences and toppled several walls. As I write this the farmer is mending a particularly sensitive fence, where some inquisitive beast would be only too pleased to push through, cross the still swollen beck and trample about in the wood given half a chance.
What havoc it has caused everywhere. Even in our small village quite a few houses have been severely flooded and although the water is receding there are still places on the roads where it is necessary to go really slowly through water still pouring across the road. And all this water will eventually end up going through York, because it is all making for one or other of our becks and all our becks flow into either the River Ure or the River Swale, and both of those rivers join the River Ouse before it flows through York. So they will be bracing themselves. How frightening water can be.
I suppose if we lived in somewhere like Bangladesh, where it regularly floods with the monsoon every year, we would be well used to it and act accordingly. But sadly we always seem to treat it as though it can't happen here. And once it has happened then it dominates the conversations of everyone you come across.
The Aga is back up to full power after the farmer took it to pieces and cleaned it. Because our oil ran low he thinks that the carbon built up and thus inhibited the flame (I don't know what I am talking about here) so that the oven temperature was not high enough to cook anything properly. Whatever the reason, it is now on full power again and the kitchen is lovely and warm. And believe me, we need that - it may only be September but already there is an Autumn chill in the air. Get your Winter woollies out.