The Deluge

Today has been spectacular. After days of heavy rain – accompanied by high winds – this morning has been a glistening, sparkling day with crystal clear light falling on a rolling sea. A day of promise and hope. Of course another storm will come, another deluge before the winter passes. As we weather storms these words of Jackson Browne come back to me…

“Some of them were dreamers,
And some of them were fools
Who were making plans and thinking of the future
With the energy of the innocent
They were gathering the tools
They would need to make their journey back to nature
While the sand slipped through the opening
And their hands reached for the golden ring
With their hearts they turned to each other’s hearts for refuge
In the troubled years that came before the deluge.”

Wet Wet Wet

It seems that we had the highest rainfall of anywhere in the UK yesterday – 72.8mm – in 24 hours. Kew Gardens, apparently, had the highest maximum temperature of 16.3 degrees centigrade. Now that’s the sort of record we would like to have here! The island has dried out a bit now although there is still a lot of standing water in the fields creating interesting tableaux vivants of cows and sheep teetering on small, isolated islands. Thanks to Angus John and Becky for these photographs of the deluge.


Magnificently Frustrating

As we move further into autumn – with increasingly many more days looking wintery – we’re experiencing some wildly fluctuating weather. Within the space of a few minutes the light can turn from bright and glowing to dark and threatening. We’re all having to make choices about when to go out, where to go and what to wear. I’ve missed lots of lovely shots with the camera because my legs haven’t carried me fast enough to an ideal location. This rapidly changing weather is magnificently frustrating!