My front garden, during Wednesday's rain storm.
I was going to write about my lovely holiday in Naples today, but found myself preoccupied by the weather, as once again a storm batters Britain and fills my newsfeeds with photos of floods.
We're not near a river so there's no danger of flooding here, but the ground is saturated with water—there is nowhere for rainwater to go at this point. Underground drains, which normally contain what used to be a river flowing through the cul-de-sac, have begun gushing out during rain storms, filling the area in front of my house with a few inches of water. It would need to rise a few more inches before it comes into the house, so I'm not worried about flooding, just the muck that accumulates when the water recedes.
While I'm in no danger of flooding, that isn't true for thousands of residents along the Thames, the Severn, and the Somerset Levels. The town of Datchet, which is only a few miles from here, is underwater. It's kind of amazing to see a familiar road sign featured on the Huffington Post US site:
It all started with a butterfly storm in Indonesia, apparently.
The Met Office tells us we're due for a dry spell. That's welcome news, with rivers peaking at their highest levels in decades, if not centuries. Meanwhile, England struggles to find its stiff upper lip in the face of floods.
Although frankly, building on floodplains was never a very good idea, was it?