An administrative error with the weather gods, and a miraculously dry few days has finally allowed me to reveal important ford developments
We’ve been watching with interest as each week the epic pothole we’ve been able to glimpse through the flowing water has grown larger, and more loose chunks of road have appeared. With it finally dried up for the first time in about 12 months, it was finally revealed in all its glory. The picture hardly does it justice; the rest of the road bed is basically just lying in loose chunks ready for the next deluge. If this continues, they’re going to have to recalibrate the depth gauge (or fix the pothole – but that will never happen).
We’ve also been watching with interest as the tadpoles in the ditches on either side of the road beyond have been developing into frogs. Ordinarily, I would have thought that betting on the water not completely drying up before they grew legs and lungs would be a sure thing around here, but yesterday it wasn’t looking good for our proto frog heroes. While they’ve been getting larger, and fewer, they’ve gradually been confined into smaller and smaller amounts of water and it was beginning to be like one of those grim nature documentaries where the waterhole inexorably dries up under the African sun, only in miniature and without much in the way of sun. If the footprints in the mud were anything to go by, the local birdlife were also paying close attention – I imagine picking off tadpoles in a rapidly diminishing puddle is pretty easy game. I wasn’t sure I really wanted to witness the last wriggling gasps as the water finally evaporated and the mud dried, even without the accompanyig doom-laden music and a narration just-this-side of anthropomorphism from Sir David Attenborough.
Fortunately – for the tadpoles, if nothing else – the weather gods returned and normal service has been resumed… Stop me if any of you are surprised.