Floods!

The cat has an uncanny ability to tell us when it's going to flood. She went a bit frenetic a few days prior to the 2007 flooding when she obsessed over a puddle in the car park and "eergh"ed at it. My response was to say "yes, puddle. Pud-dle. Well done, kitty." The next day, however, the puddle had engulfed the marina and cut us off from land.
On Thursday Lolly started behaving oddly again. I think she wanted to evacuate the marina. I jokingly told the manager that she knew we were in for some bad flooding. And lo, it flooded and the water is still rising.

Rescuing cars from the car park.
Rob cycling down the lane.



Me, in the lane. Or the Thames depending on how you choose to look at it.
Bye, bye garden.
Having a read in the park.
Rob cycling through the park.
At least it's stopped raining.
Abingdon Marina Park. I remember when all that used to be land...
A braver man than me. It doesn't take much, mind.
This guy didn't tempt fate on the main flow of the Thames.
The bench I sat on to read is now underwater. Rob is having fun.
Moorings on Wilsham Road.
Below Abingdon Lock at Abbey Meadows.
Moorings in Abbey Meadows. They're going to need a reeeealllly long gangplank.

2 comments:

Avus said...

Wow!. I was going to remark that, living on a boat, floods had no worries for you. But I can see that they do.

When do you send off the dove to try and find an olive branch?

valonia said...

Avus, we lost the majority of our winter fuel! And the stuff that didn't float off/soak up the Thames is covered in a lovely thick layer of silt!

Mainly, for us, it was ok, though. We were safe and that's what counts. :)