There was more rain than usual on our recent visit to
Dumfries and Galloway. It doesn’t bother us, after all, rain away is better
than rain at home. Driving along the east side of Galloway Forest, following
Loch Ken, we noticed how high the water was, almost lapping the road in low
places. The nearby waterfalls rushed faster than ever, tumbling over rocks,
cascading between trees and roaring under the bridge into the Loch. It was a
beautiful sight in the winter landscape of fading autumn colour and another
reason to love spending time in this enchanting area.
Further south, Galgate, Lancaster, Hornby and the Lune
Valley were being subjected to serious flooding. We saw the devastation on the news. Homes and businesses
damaged. Roads becoming rivers in a very short time. Pictures closer to home
showed Bispham and North Blackpool badly affected, streets we recognised
succumbed to the deluge. I was saddened
to learn of someone who lost everything, bungalow damaged, possessions ruined,
no insurance but fortunately a caring, loving family to give help and accommodation.
As I admired the waterfall and the rising loch, unbeknown to me, others not
too far away watched in horror as flood water breached their homes.
All Day I Hear the Noise of Waters by James Joyce
All
day I hear the noise of waters
Making moan,
Sad as the sea-bird is when, going
Forth alone,
He hears the winds cry to the water's
Monotone.
The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing
Where I go.
I hear the noise of many waters
Far below.
All day, all night, I hear them flowing
To and fro.
Making moan,
Sad as the sea-bird is when, going
Forth alone,
He hears the winds cry to the water's
Monotone.
The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing
Where I go.
I hear the noise of many waters
Far below.
All day, all night, I hear them flowing
To and fro.