…it was a junior lake which had escaped from the flooded fields on either side and stretched a good hundred yards and more along the road. Going out it wasn’t too bad because I had enough momentum from the hill to sail through it with my feet off the pedals and out of the way of the ensuing bow wave, but coming back was another matter. I hadn’t the space to get up enough speed to get through without pedalling at some point, and the water was well over pedal depth in places. All I could do was coast for as long as I could and then, in the shallower bits where I could see the surface of the road through the water, pedal like mad.
I’ve seen the odd person – usually a farmer type – cycling in wellies around here. I’m beginning understand why…
Which begs the question: how high is the ford now?
Ah … I’ll have to leave you all in suspense on that one for now.
We need Ford Cam.
it got washed away
I’m starting to think that you will soon need a dingy.
good luck John
Or a pedalo