Broken.

It has well and truly broken. Yesterday’s overnight rain which ran well on into the morning appears to have been the precursor to a very wet and windy new week. For a brief moment this morning it looked as though we might escape the incoming weather front but by mid morning the grey, heavily laden rain clouds had moved in and, as the weatherman cheerfully said at lunchtime ‘It’s in for the afternoon’.

So it is, as yesterday, here I am writing this to the accompaniment of the rain beating down on the conservatory roof once more, the same dismal staccato drumming which only varies depending on how hard the wind blows at the time, I’m rather glad to be indoors. I don’t envy anyone who has to be out and about in it this afternoon.

Having said that I would anticipate that some of my fellow photographers will be out and about doing their thing and doing their best to record the scenery as it happens. I stand in awe of those hardy souls who venture to the coast on a day like today, the wind and spray must be relentless, I salute their efforts and admire their handiwork. I will only be offering moderate fare by comparison but will endeavour to continue with a watery theme.

Early last week I wandered down to the weir and the eel runs at Fiddleford, the water level was so low that I’m sure I could’ve walked across without getting my feet wet, yesterday the flow had returned to a more normal level, if the forecast for the coming week is correct I would imagine that the water level will be way up and crashing over the weir, it makes for a dramatic scene given that it’s not the world’s biggest set of falls. ‘Watch this space’ as they say, but for now it’s very definitely an afternoon to be indoors in the dry.