Well, it seems that the thaw begins, so the Brits now prepare themselves for floods. We have been fortunate in Clydach, not having caught the worst of the storms. It has passed virtually incident free. OK, we had to lend a hand to our immediate neighbours, who had difficulties getting to their homes on our “private” road. Of course one of the difficulties of having such a “private” facility is that the Council will not spare you any of their grit! Thank goodness for ‘contacts’.
Carol and her new job did suffer. The top of the valleys road is a very different story, with six to ten foot drifts in places. She has had to stay at home on several days with main A465 being dangerous, and most side roads being impassible. This morning was the most dangerous, with freezing fog and visibility down to fifteen feet or less. At one point she nearly drove into the back of a lorry, even though he had his fog lights on, he was not visible until the last moment. Needless to say, she took the first opportunity to beat a hasty retreat to the safety of home.
On the positive side, the house is spick & span, and we are nearing a state of readiness for our exit to Heathrow on Tuesday. House and dog-minders on stand-by. It’s just a matter of throwing things into the cases. God! – it can’t come soon enough. It will be good to get away from this…
