The back lane

Tiday became sOh very very wet it became today ...


Driving home from a drenched sodden and near flooded Penrith (yes I forgot me coat and my brolly is for showers, not deluges) I had to nurse the car through rivers and streams masquerading as roads.
Milburn was simply a grey mist with rivers on its lanes and not a fell in sight (I think they just shrugs their shoulders and shuffle off when it rains like this as there's never any sign of 'em and they are usually brooding above the village).
Too wet to get out of car to open gate. Too wet to get out at front gate too. But I do. Several buckets seem to be thrown at me. Garden is under water.
Open front door. Water is in house, flying through open windows (the lure of the muggy sunny morning) and all over work tops and carpets. Water is falling into the utility room, meaning drainpipe is blocked, meaning ladder is needed with stick to unblock drain. Ladder is in field. Way to field barred by torrent (normally a path).
Farrier due in half an hour. Dogs too scared of the water outside to pee. Horses out in sodden water covered field. Barnyard is also flooded deeply (never seen that before!) with water going into garage.
I'm in teaching clothes.
I'm kind of standing bemused wondering which water deluge to tackle first and farrier turns up,
"WTF...?" he says in his Kiwi accent (he says moving here is like moving to a swamp).
"I've just driven over from Knock and it's just rivers!! You can hardly get into Milburn!
So I'm swiftly changing as I'm soaked, fetching soaked horses in who spook at the river they have to wade through, then floundering around with ladders and bamboo sticks in the deluge rain unblocking drains, whilst the farrier is tackling the Friesian (big black Baroque - burlesque? - horse - an absolute Gift to draw).
Gor blimey guv'nor!! What an afternoon!