Water Everywhere

We were due to travel over to Blackburn to meet the relatives and see the match against Middlesborough. It didn't happen. Harriet set off ahead hoping to pick up her uncle and cousins en route in Baildon but the atrocious weather and flooding put paid to everything.

Harriet made it as far as Baildon and managed to get back home after a few detours to avoid the floods.

So, instead of a slap-up buffet lunch watching the football from an executive box, it was cold turkey and mice pies at home with sherry and Baileys.

I did manage 10 km on the treadmill and a quick drive up onto Norland Moor. This little stream (under the road bridge as blipped by Freyjad a few days ago)  had become a raging torrent.