Let it snow …
On Wednesday, thanks to Storm Christoph, it rained. And rained and rained. Oh boy, did those clouds put down some water! Cheshire, and parts of Warrington in particular, was badly hit and the River Mersey burst its banks and people were flooded out of their homes – absolutely the last thing you would want at the best of times but certainly not in the middle of pandemic. My heart goes out to them and I do hope they will be able to stay safe.
And then, at about 9pm, I went to let the dog out and everywhere was strangely light. It was snowing! And it snowed. And snowed and snowed. Huge fat flakes that looked like someone was shaking a feather pillow way up in the sky. “That’ll never stick,” I thought, “it’s been far too wet.” But it did, and within an hour there were a couple of inches’ worth of snow on the ground.
“I’d really like to go out in that,” said small daughter, hopefully.
“At 10pm on a school night?”
But we’re not living in the “usual” world, are we? We put our coats and our wellies on and we went out.
Do you want to come with us?
This is a road, not a river! We’ve never seen it so flooded, it was waterlogged as far as we could see!
We had to get across it and it was almost over the top of our wellies! Even the dog, who’s usually jumping into every puddle he can find, seemed quite perturbed that a road had become an enormous puddle!
We wondered if we should wait on the bench for Mr Tumnus.
It’s still strange to see the roads so quiet. You can see that there has been traffic, but we didn’t see too much of it – until, of course, the point where we had to wade through the flood water and then a whole convoy of cars drove past too fast and we got soaked in the spray!
I only need a few snowflakes and I’m happy.
“This has been brilliant,” said small daughter, as we headed for home.
She’s absolutely right.
Photo credits: small daughter.