And so it rained and rained and rained and rained, and I'm not sure Ted Hughes would have wished to invoke this...
...having written Rain-Charm for the Duchy at the end of a long period of drought when the land was desperate for a drenching, but the Tamar is reverting to type today...
And the Tamar, roused and blinking under the fifty-mile drumming,
Declaming her legend - her rusty knights tumbling out of their
clay vaults, her cantrevs assembling from shillets.
The Gamekeeper rang us early this morning to say the river had burst its banks and was now in full flood and we could hear that 'drumming' from home. Never a sight to miss and so we nipped down to that same spot from where I took yesterday's picture to be met by a sea where we usually expect fields...all this the land that the Gamekeeper works...
and a little tidal wave across the road from Horsebridge leading into Cornwall...
We have certainly seen the Tamar angrier than this, remembering some years ago that those railings disappeared entirely, swept away like matchsticks. A majestic sight if you can briefly seperate the vision from the reality, that for many people this may mean flooded homes and a miserable and displaced Christmas.
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