Following my last post I am now actually traumatized by this mornings events. On this the worst month of my life there was another castrophe waiting to happen.
Having waded to church early I was pleasantly surprised to find my journey to the next village fairly easy. Lots of surface water on the roads were easy and I got to the next church wonderfully early.
It was afterwards that was the problem.
David and I go out to lunch when I've had a busy morning. We meet at a great pub which does Sunday roasts. It's down a lot of country lanes and we approach it from different angles .
My route after the second service was to turn off the main road and go down pleasant country lanes.
Today I drove straight into trouble. The Fal had burst its banks. No road was visible. I stopped when people walking told me the road was impassable. Unfortunately I could not turn round so I had to reverse.
I almost backed into the Fal! The man offered to get me out. I hate playing helpless female but needs must when your desperate . He got me out and turned my car in the right direction for me. I had to navigate a new route to the pub!
I drove along flooded lanes, forded a stream at its lowest point and finally got to the pub absolutely traumatized.
Now after garlic scallops and chips I am starting to relax....steady Lord. Nearly got me that time!