The wet weather, which has bedevilled us for so many weeks and caused such havoc with floods, seems to have finally left us for the time being at any rate. But not before it caused a landslide in the beautiful seaside town of Whitby, leading to a row of picturesque cottages, which have stood on the site for 150 years, being condemned. Demolition has started today and people have not even been allowed back into their homes to collect their belongings, as it is too dangerous. In the past I have looked at all those lovely cottages perched on the steep hillside - with a lovely view across the bay - and thought how wonderful it would be to live in one.
Now, the days are bright and sunny. There is a bitter wind blowing and the sunsets are magnificent. And, as I switched on my computer, I saw on the news that snow is falling in some areas. So now I think about all those who were flooded and are just beginning to get back on track with their homes dried out and redecorated but without the comfort of the past - this is probably the last thing they need.
If we have escaped the worst of the weather - as the farmer and I have - then we should be thankful. A few lakes in the fields and gardens is little price to pay.
This morning was our monthly coffee morning in the village and I was talking to L, who reads this blog. Her large front lawn has been flooded for weeks and now as I passed this morning I saw that it was frozen over. I told her her lake had turned into a skating rink but she said she had tried the ice and it wasn't thick enough! Judging by the forecast L, you could be putting on your ice skates any time soon.