Waiting for Noah
It was our boast in Hutton that we lived in the driest area of the UK-stretching from Dunbar to the Merse. And within that area, Hutton itself often stayed dry whilst Paxton got a soaking and Chirnside drowned. But Duns? Since moving on 21 July we have had our wettest August ever (and I am including six years on Zambia and Tanzania in our calculations) and since Friday afternoon we have had 105 mms-4 inches in real money-more than the whole of September 2007 and 2006 combined in sun scorched Hutton. And our near neighbours in Newtown Street with a slightly less sheltered garden than ours recorded 6" in the same period.No wonder they are returning to Zimbabwe next week.
Yesterday afternoon we went on a flood watch. The Blackadder has a flood warning-images above taken from Allanton Bridge and the Tweed was in spate making the riverside walk impassable. The other pictures are of the fast moving current taking debris towards Spitall beach. I am surprised that the cautious of indecisive management has refrained from a notice stating 'It is thought that the riverside walk is unsuitable for non-swimmers'
I asked if the Old Manse has seen any rain or was it in blazing sunshine throughout. 'Yes' it had. 'A lot?' 'Yes'
That makes me feel better.
Especially as it has very nearly, but not quite, stopped raining
(I apologise for the Blackadder duplication-try it in stereo)
Labels: Berwick upon Tweed, Blackadder, Floods, Paxton House