The enduring power of nature

I walk along this stretch of river most days with Watson - he loves exploring all the holes along the way.

Watson and his sister Tas (-manian She Devil I used to call her!)
Watson will need to have his legs hosed off when we get home!



ReaAnother view of the River Rea


Two years ago we had a number of days when the River Rea was really high (along with many other rivers across the country). Two houses in the village were particularly badly affected, what with one of them being next to the bridge, the other a renovated mill right on the river. Both needed extensive renovations. Luckily we are too high for it to reach us although it rained so heavily that we were affected by the sheer volume of water coming down the lane making it look like a river itself. A pond at the top of the village overflowed and fish were seen swimming down the lane.

Our river is still carrying scars in the form of damaged banks, new 'beaches', fallen down trees and debris caught up in the overhanging branches. I wonder if anyone will plant more trees to replace those, mainly Alder, that have slipped into the river.