Today’s guest picture, taken by the father of my flute pupil Luke, shows some paddlers with more bottle than brains in my opinion. They were about to shoot Skippers Bridge in a major flood.
Since the Met Office started giving Atlantic depressions people’s names, we seem to have had a new one every few days. On the whole, I don’t think that giving them names has been a good thing. It just seems to encourage them.
Our latest visitor was Frank and he was preceded by dire warnings but once again Langholm has been very lucky. Previously the severe floods have been just to our south and north but on this occasion they have been to our west and north and we got off with nothing more than another soaking and a very brisk wind.
I whiled away the morning sipping coffee sociably with Dropscone and Sandy and then by walking up for a routine visit to the health centre. This gave me a chance to look at the river…
…which was high but not threatening. I stopped to chat on the bridge to a couple of worthies who told me that I had just missed a big tree floating down stream. There seems to have been a lot less stuff going down the river than in past floods which must be a good thing but I don’t know why this should be.
I certainly wouldn’t have dreamed of taking a kayak out in these conditions and I only hope that the ones in the guest picture of the day came to no harm.
The rain stopped at lunch time and I went out for a short walk just to stretch my legs as it was far too windy to contemplate cycling. It was so gloomy that my camera on auto used the flash for every attempt at a picture so I didn’t try very often.
Bridges have collapsed in other areas of flooding recently so I looked anxiously at our town bridge as I passed….
…and was very pleased to see that there was no debris piled up against it. The people who built it in 1775 obviously knew what they were doing.
The ducks were sensibly staying out of the water at the Kilngreen.
As I walked up the new path on the Castelholm, I looked at the trees submerged in the river…
…and wondered how long they could stand this sort of treatment. With more rain to come, we just have to hope that we will continue to be lucky.
As I walked along the school playing field, I noticed another walker staring intently off to one side. He was looking at this.
I am not quite sure how a fallen tree arrived in this position.
When I got home, I got some benefit from a dreary day by putting two and a half weeks of the newspaper index into the Archive Group database. I have been rather slack in this department lately and as a result, I have quite a lot of catching up to do again.
There was no point in trying to take pictures of birds today so the flying bird of the day is nowhere to be seen.
Note: Once again, our floods seem to be relatively minor compared to the ones in America, both north and south over the past month where there has been great devastation and some loss of life so I fully appreciate that all our rain here must be seen in perspective.