Still British albeit damp

I woke up in the middle of the night and thought that I had the onset of tinnitus with a strong rushing noise in my ears. Eventually at 5 am I thought I ought to get out of bed and investigate to realise that the noise was real rather than just in my ears and was outside. Although dark, a quick look out of the window revealed that we were surrounded by rushing water - water that was running very rapidly indeed off the hill. The image was taken a little later in the day when things had quietened down a bit. At last we had the water feature I had always fancied.
Research on the internet showed that Sablieres had 340 mm of rain in 12 hours - over thirteen inches in old money - which was twice the usual total September rainfall. I liked the French measurement which was one third of a ton of water per square metre. No wonder many thing were looking flattened.
Not surprisingly the garden did not enjoy the onslaught and even less so did our drive, a significant section of which has migrated down to the main road. One good thing was that most of the potatoes do not now need digging up as they have self-dug themselves and stacked themselves neatly on the edge of the road. Not so good for the bulbs that we planted a couple of days ago. Happy days.
Having got up at 5 am (4 am British time) I then stayed up to watch the coverage of the Scottish referendum which was fascinating and will clearly leave a very significant mark on the whole British political agenda. Missed the Western Isles declaration but pleased to see that the majority were on the Staying Together side. Our postal votes must have got through!