the weather outside is frightful

But the fire is so delightful
Since we've no place to go
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow…

OK, no snow, but a scary amount of rain. The river Gulp overflowed its banks a little last night. However, the Geul river, which is much wider, flows fiercely, even threateningly, along the field against the small bridge that you can no longer cross with dry feet.
We plan to cycle for two days. The bag is packed and warm clothes are laid out. I don't dare to say it, but I think I can write it down. We pretend that the weather is not hopeless.