Oh my goodness, on Monday it just rained and rained and rained under a dark, brooding sky. We had originally planned to go into Evesham for a mooch and perhaps a coffee and teacake in Buongiorno, but in the end decided against it, I don’t think anyone really appreciates the “joy” of when the rain is so wet that it even soaks into your vest and pants, even Nigel. So we stayed in and watched the swans across the way, who didn’t seem to know where to put themselves.
Despite the rain, we were not untowardly bothered. Then, this morning, Nigel was beside himself when he rolled up the blinds in the lounge, was it him, or did the river look just a little bit nearer and was it going past really, really quickly, taking lots of branches and stuff with it?Well, Nigel’s wellies were on before you could say “Noah’s Ark”, but I insisted that if Nigel was heading out to get a closer look Darrell MUST go with him.
As soon as they saw him, the swans that Nigel always feeds spotted him from across the river and came swimming over. But the fishing platform his usually feeds them from had well and truly disappeared, leaving them very confused.The water had risen to the bottom of the bottom step by about 3 inches …..
….. so if they wanted to walk into town later they would have to go the long way round through the estate.
This was a very different river to the one we have seen and watched since we moved in and I expect we will see it change many times over in the coming years.
….. and Nigel noted how the ducks didn’t really need to paddle as the water was just taking them along.