Water. Here in Somerset, the W-word is the new F-word. And there’s a f*****g lot of it. Water, that is. Mainly where it’s not supposed to be.
This is part of the waterway that runs along the side of my house’s drive and garden.
Our house was built on a flood plain and this ryhne protects all the surrounding houses from flooding, by channelling water away to another major waterway. It’s ability to do this is dependent on the local authority regularly clearing away the reeds, shopping trollies and other detritus of urban life that collects in it, along with lots of mud.
We’ve lived in our house for about seven years and I think this has been done three times?
The net result of this has been a daily panic, in recent weeks, about the height of the water in this channel, which has been up high.
I took these pictures today, and fortunately, the water level has dropped a lot.
My heart goes out to people that live on the Levels, to the South of us.