Bertha's legacy is still bothering us today. Yesterday was heavy rain. We had almost two inches in two days, but it was not as bad as we feared. Our rivers (mainly the Ure and the Swale) are given to rising up to twenty feet in an hour when conditions are bad, but all that has happened is that they are full. And they go down again as rapidly as they rise.
Today all that remains is a gale force wind. This means that I shall dry my washing inside. I find it difficult to peg the washing on the line when conditions are calm, so shall not attempt it in a gale.
Luckily the sun is shining, the clouds are scudding across the sky and there is no element of gloom and doom. The news on the radio is depressing enough without the weather matching it.
I am just very glad I am not booked on a ferry crossing the North Sea in the next few days. I feel sick just thinking about it.