Well......

 

.....well the river got into a raging torrent, tumbled itself through our woods, 

blocked up the ditches, flowed onto the land....

...... and started to make ever such a big pond. 

There is nothing quite like taking two puppies outside for their last pee and poos, and in the dark seeing the glint of water a meter away from the house. 

It was 11 in the evening. 

I put a marker down by the water's edge,

put the puppies back in their kennels,

didn't want to worry Lester, 

so just said to him in a very quiet voice,

 'I think you need to come and have a look'.

There is nothing quite like seeing evidence that the water was still on the march,

the marker now floating away.

So we put on our gear and set to work. 

Block bricks and sand we hauled from out on the front drive, 

not that it would have made any difference,

if the water was going to come in, then it was going to come in anyway,

but still we felt the need to block the back gateway as best we could.

It started raining. 

The water was half an hour away from the house.

Nothing we could do. 

In my head I could see water where there was none, 

so knew I would not sleep, 

and periodically checked on the rising water, 

but in the early hours it stopped, 

settled,

then starting gradually sinking back down.

In the scheme of things we got off lightly. 

Our house stayed dry, the water did not stay, all is well.