|Sainsbury's car park. The store is up on a hill, but the main roads into Whitby are all flooded one way or the other.|
Lucy was ill yesterday, I think from eating fish pie which had some chopped onion in. She made a terrible fuss, turning round and round, trying to get into corners, whining. Had she eaten something poisonous we did not know, so took her to the vet and she had a couple of injections to calm her and pain relief. This morning it looks like she is on the mend, toyed with her biscuits and has been drinking. What a kerfuffle! And expense!
And watery worlds, well it is, news that Whitby was cut off by flash floods, and was only approachable from Ruswarp by four wheeled drive, something I read this morning. It reminded me of a radio play I had listened to long ago about the rising waters around a small farm, lapping ever nearer to the farmhouse, till the day arrived when they had to take off on a raft they had constructed and leave the farm and its animals to their fate.
That everyone is sick of continual rain is in no doubt, we jump on those few days when the sun comes out with blessed relief. The weather is so warm as well, one day of frost does not a winter make.
Our road has been 'up' almost continuously, the mains pipe must have burst from one of the farms, and even now there is a lorry with a crane across the road inspecting, presumably some water works gone astray.