Well England lived up
to its reputation. We arrived in the driving rain and just to make
sure, what ensued was the worst floods in half a century. There was
lots of flood damage (not sure whether it made it to New Zealand
news). At the bottom of my Auntie and Uncles' garden, the Thames
river had flowed over into the fields lining the river and up into
the bottom of the garden.
In Oxford where we
caught up with friend Sarah Puttick, we took diversions to get to her
house and saw streets with flooded basements, submerged allotments
and a very swollen muddy Thames. Floods of this size hadn't happened
for decades (in living memory) until 2007 and now have happened a
couple of times since.
Venturing into Oxford with Sarah and Daisy |
Gwilym and Daisy play house |
My Auntie made us
lovely food (wonderful english food – a stew, roast ham and pork,
veges and puddings) and the boys loved watching Sky kids TV while the
weather did its thing. We caught up with Rory's cousin and his wife
and son who came up from London to see us.
On the final morning
the sun came out. We enjoyed a happy morning with the boys playing in
the garden, heaps of green space, some toys, mud and water – a
small boys paradise.
I went for a lovely run
– loving the morning light, the english countryside, the colours of
the rising winter sun. I returned to find Rory helping fix the garden
shed roof with my Uncle and the boys happily playing with mud, water
and toys.
My Auntie and Uncles beautiful house |
The private road that leads to the bottom of the garden flooded completely and I loved the morning light coming through the arch of trees |
Flooding into the bottom of the garden |
Gwilym can't resist the temptation for water play |
The Thames overflowed its banks engulfing this boathouse beside it : this view is from the bridge over the Thames which is just down the road from the house. |
Seemingly out of the
blue, what had been a happy morning, took an unexpected turn. The
boys broke an unwritten rule while playing and Silas had got wet feet
from wading too far into the muddy puddle at the bottom of the
garden, despite warnings from both parents. The response that ensued
meant that the swollen emotional river in my head from a week of
trying to keep two small boys in line (and mostly house-bound during a week dominated by the worst rain in 50 years) ,attempting to make sure two
small boys were polite, well-mannered, quiet, not aggressive, were
easily entertained, sat nicely at the table, counted to 20 with ease,
trying to please, trying to make sure everything went right – burst
its banks and spilled out of my mouth at my Auntie. I have been in a
blind rage only a few times in my life. I remember them all quite
clearly. Usually enough water has fallen over a long enough time to
explain the dramatic flood that ensued. Of course you always wonder
if you have gone mad. Emotionally, I am just very tired.
We left and mostly I
just remember being very very sad. The flight home went well and we
bustled two small boys into bed, ourselves following minutes later. I
am hoping that the 'water' recedes and I can return to some sense of
normality.
Unsurprisingly, I am
starting to long for home. For our garden, for our toys. For
Grandparents who think their Grand-kids are the best thing in the
world. To simply be at home. Today it is 2 weeks til we leave. I have
already checked the itinery and am starting to visualise the journey.
The packing has already started in my head.
It is pouring with rain here while I write this...the river is up but not flooding though! It sounds like a hard time with your relations - going anywhere with small children is so stressful I'm surprised we even leave the house at all! You have been very brave taking them on such an adventure.
ReplyDeleteI hope the last few weeks have some happy times as well as the getting through the day time. Looking forward to seeing you all when you are back. lol