Après le déluge...

So at first light, with the skies clear of rain for the first time in a week, Gail and I went down to the Dee to inspect the damage.

What a good thing no-one fell asleep on the riverside (now mid-river) bench!

The boathouse is still underwater, but thankfully nobody lives there.

Our walk took us on to Sainsbury's, where I spotted snow on car roofs.

Gail rejected, with uncharacteristic ill humour, my suggestion that she drive inland to find some snow for me to play around in. "Haven't you seen the pictures in the papers Bertie? If you think I'm getting in the car again any time soon after last night's terrifying journey home from work, you've got another think coming... " 

So I had to content myself with a walk back along the old railway line, and saying Happy New Year to my Westie pal Dougie, who seemed mighty proud of his new Royal Stuart tartan coat.

And then in was time to return home, before the rain starts again...