We weren’t expecting much to report in our most recent visit to check the level of the ford – after all we’ve had four (count ’em!) dry days in a row, followed by a morning of merely mizzling rain, which is as nothing round here. But when we rounded the corner we were confronted with this:
That’s going to make checking the depth a bugger, if nothing else.
Naturally, the first thing I did (after walking back to get my camera, and then cycling back to the ford to take some pictures – priorities, people) was to phone the council where, after I had finally got through to the roads department (don’t you just love it when organisations decide to switch to once central number for contacting them, whatever the purpose of your call and then the call centre you reach has absolutely no idea what do when you finally get to them) – at about 3pm – I was told ‘well, obviously it’s Friday afternoon so the depot’s closed but we’ll do what we can.’
I’m still not entirely sure what’s so obvious about that, frankly.