It’s wet in Oxfordshire right now. Really really wet. (North America, I can’t help but envy your polar vortex. I’ve seen so many beautiful snowy/icy photographs on people’s blogs.) Here, there’s flooding. We’re all about the Thames in this bit of the UK, as its early waters wind their way down through Oxfordshire and Berkshire.
On Wednesday morning I had a medical appointment in Oxford, and on the way home, I drove the long-suffering twinnage a twisting route that roughly followed the Thames downstream. The flooding in Oxford itself is bad but I wasn’t anywhere photogenic. A little way downstream I found this:-
And then I hit Wallingford, where people stood on the old bridge and stared at the swelling water:-
It could’ve been worse, though. What they couldn’t see from above was the side of the bridge that showed quite how much worse it was in 1894:-
Much further downstream and into Berkshire is our old house on the bank of the Thames at Pangbourne. I’m still signed up for flood warnings there, and I had a phone call, a text, and an email one night last night week warning me of imminent watery doom. Fortunately the river peaked an inch or so below our old back door. But the village’s flooding was bad enough that I couldn’t get to any decent vantage points to take pictures. The 17th century pub two doors down from our old house has, sadly, been inundated. This was the best I could do, and it doesn’t quite show our old house in the background. Trust me, most of this would not normally be underwater:-
Not quite as pretty as your North American snowy pictures, I admit. As I write, the stoic spouse has just uttered the words “It’s bloody raining again, isn’t it?” so we may be in for more. If I go quiet, please send snorkels.
In knitting news, I’ve succumbed to the temptation of a warm jumper for me – not really what this blog is about. But the pattern is called ‘Thermal’, and in our freezing ancient brewery home, that was enough to tempt me. Photos soon. More relevant to TheTwistedYarn, I’m starting my giant crochet rainbow stained glass window afghan. Here she is so far. The red is much darker and nicer than the yucky pinkish hue this photo suggests:-
One day soon (very soon, knowing my obsessive yarnery), this will be the epicentre of a two-metre diameter beauty. And the wine you can see tastes rather yumptious. And the log fire is lit.