Posts Tagged ‘flood’

10
Feb
2009
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Chelmsford floods

Chelmsford flood

Last week it was snow; today it’s floods. I’ve not known a winter like this for years.

I arrived home last night soaked to the skin, and we woke up this morning to find the reserve under water. Enough water to come almost to the top of my boots as I waded out while keeping to the highest parts of the path. That’s what a month’s-worth of rain in one night does.

You couldn’t see where the river stopped, the banks began and the reserve continued. It was like waking up in the Everglades.

The radio was full of doom and gloom. The trains were running, but the roads were clogged, and the Environment Agency had put a severe flood warning on Chelmsford – the only one in the country. They said we should be ready to evacuate. So I closed the cat flap to keep him in in case we should need to coerce him into his carrier and retreat to higher ground, and I put the chickens in the greenhouse so they could dry off their feet and perch on the potting bench.

I switched on the computer and worked from home, waiting for an ominous knock on the door telling us to pack our essentials and get out.

As the morning wore on, the water crept higher. By lunchtime it was right across the reserve, all over the playground at the end of the road and through the back fence of the house opposite. The benches in the park were up to their seats in water…

Chelmsford flood
Chelmer Valley Nature Reserve

Further down stream the water was much deeper, and at the back of the university you could only see the very top of the bench. It was a good four feet deep, at least…

Chelmsford flood
Very top of a bench in the Reserve

For the time being it looks like the march of the waters may have paused, and we’ve not had any rain since early morning. What we don’t know, of course, is how much water there still is to come downstream, or how the snow melt, which will have been sped up by the thorough drenching it’s just had, will contribute to the flow. Some of the allotment is flooded, and that must be heartbreaking for whoever’s plots were affected.

Whatever happens, one thing’s for certain: this is going to take a lot of cleaning up.

Chelmsford flood

21
Jan
2008
Categories
Journal

Riding through the floods (or not)

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I was late for work this morning. Why? Because the route I cycle to the station was flooded.

It’s been raining for days, and it was inevitable there would be a slight delay before the main wash made it down to us. As I came out of the house and cycled into the nature reserve and on over the bridge it was obvious the river was much higher than usual, as it had spilled over the banks and marooned a bench and the large willow that had been snapped by the high winds in autumn.

It had flooded a long way into the horses’ grazing pasture, and the horses themselves were nowhere to be seen. In their place, a flock of excited ducks swam around in a newly-formed lake.

It looked like things were going to be alright until I got to the back of the university, where the river was gushing over the banks, across the path and into the little wood beyond. One intrepid commuter took off his shoes and socks, rolled up his suit trousers and waded in, giving a sneeky smile to those of us watching him go, but soon coming to regret his rash actions as the water got higher and higher and fast approached his knees.

He stood on tiptoe, but the height of the water increased far faster than the height of his legs, and we all left him to his fate. We turned around and cycled back, all the way along the river and through the reserve, back past home and down a higher, less vulnerable path to the station. I got there in the end, late but dry. I wonder when the wading commuter finally dried out.

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