Above: the low drift which was being flooded as we sat at ate dinner five kilometers up this road
The photo above was taken at 7.20 a few minutes before I approached from the opposite side. the photographer, a friend of mine, was sitting in high-clearance pick-up truck which easily crossed the now raging and swirling waters
As I stopped behind another small car that night, I could see the waters rushing across the road. I thought: here's another first without Grant who had owned a large, high-clearance diesel powered Isuzu and which would've cruised through the submerged dip without a splutter.
Not my little petrol Ford which, if it could hold while riding through the two-foot deep swirling water, could have water splashed up onto the plugs, splutter and stall in the middle of it all.
The driver of the car parked in front of me got out, walked to the water's edge and then gingerly waded into the water. I got out of my car, kicked off my sandals and followed him. Together we got to the middle and the part where the water was really cascading strongly across the road. The man, who spoke with a German accent and I became firm friends, discussing the perils of venturing into the - now-swirling-around-our knees-waves with our small cars.
I got back into my car, turned around and drove up the road to Highlands. I have a remote to the estate's gate, let myself in and drove to Estelle and Steve's house, which was in darkness when I pulled up on the gravel! I phoned Estelle, and when she answered, I said: Guess where I am? and when she said, she couldn't begin to guess, I said: I'm at your front door and need a bed to sleep!
She duly opened up and showed me to "the blue room" which I occupied for several weeks after Grant's death. She found a new toothbrush; I'd had my laundry done here in the center that day so had my PJ's and a clean towel with me! I also phoned Ronnie, my neighbor and landlady to say what had happened. Being cut off because of low-level bridges flooding the roads, is a regular occurance in the summer time here, so all she asked were my pets OK? Could she help in any way? I said no, the cats are safe and sound inside my cottage and Skabenga is fine sleeping on the veranda.
Early next morning while having a cup of tea with Estelle, I checked the local CHAT group where I learned that the bridge was now open.
Not my little petrol Ford which, if it could hold while riding through the two-foot deep swirling water, could have water splashed up onto the plugs, splutter and stall in the middle of it all.
I got back into my car, turned around and drove up the road to Highlands. I have a remote to the estate's gate, let myself in and drove to Estelle and Steve's house, which was in darkness when I pulled up on the gravel! I phoned Estelle, and when she answered, I said: Guess where I am? and when she said, she couldn't begin to guess, I said: I'm at your front door and need a bed to sleep!
She duly opened up and showed me to "the blue room" which I occupied for several weeks after Grant's death. She found a new toothbrush; I'd had my laundry done here in the center that day so had my PJ's and a clean towel with me! I also phoned Ronnie, my neighbor and landlady to say what had happened. Being cut off because of low-level bridges flooding the roads, is a regular occurance in the summer time here, so all she asked were my pets OK? Could she help in any way? I said no, the cats are safe and sound inside my cottage and Skabenga is fine sleeping on the veranda.
Early next morning while having a cup of tea with Estelle, I checked the local CHAT group where I learned that the bridge was now open.
The same spot I was parked at the night before. This time the water had subsided and I could cross the drift quite easily. (note the river still raging on each side of the bridge
When I got home, I thought Skabenga was going to hug me. You'd think he was this fragile little dog who cannot spend a night without Mum. The cats came to to door, stretching and yawning and looking completely bored with life.
Until I opened the fridge and brought out their meaty chunks in gravy. THEN they remembered why they needed a yoomen around.
I dressed for work, got into my car and was at work about 45 minutes later than normal. Ronnie phoned to ask if I'd found the farm road passable (which I had) and reminded me that they'd pick me up for the Valentine's dinner at The Nest Hotel that evening.
On Wednesday afternoon, I made use of my complimentary voucher and had my nails done at the beauty salon along the veranda.
Me and Ronnie at the Valentine's dinner toasting with our soft drinks in wine glasses!
Shelley and Stuart, who own The Nest, had beautifully decorated tables for Valentine's dinner
Moi, Ronnie, John, Ann and Ant Gray and Lily
The dessert, called a Chocolate Bomb was a creation in ingenuity and decadence. A 3-D heart shaped chocolate filled with fresh fruits like cranberries, gooseberries and grapes
Me with my sweet friend Lynette who is also my personal hairdresser
I hope you're all having a wonderful Thursday!
That is quite an adventure you had Jo! I'm so glad you and everyone else were safe and that the animals were okay for the night. It also looks like you had fabulous Valentine's Day. Hugs. xx
ReplyDeleteHello, I am glad you were safe and did not try to go thru that flooded road. It hard to believe that some people do drive into the floods and end up in trouble. It is good you had a place to stay for the night. Skabenga missed his Mum and worried when you did not come home, sweet dog. You and your friends look lovely for the Valentine's Day dinner. Wonderful photos. Enjoy your day!
ReplyDeletei held my breath through the rest of your story, so afraid you would try to drive through that water. glad you had a place to spend the night. you have such dear, dear friends in your life. here in FL we learn to never walk or drive throughplaces like this because we get huge sink holes and people drown by driving through it and falling in the holes.
ReplyDeletenothing beats friends on your birthday
ReplyDeleteThat was some serious high water!
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday! You got more adventure than you bargained for with the flooded road and an overnight stay.
ReplyDeleteLoved reading the sequel Jo - you have amazing friends - love from your sister Rose xx
ReplyDeleteWhat an adventure. Made the right choice by not crossing.
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