At eleven twenty five an hour and a quarter before high water it was time to move up the hill. The van was in danger of inundation. I moved the truck and went to help the other four campers but they had seen and with Rusty’s help had followed me up the hill.
There was no chance of stopping as the next high water tonight is liable to be just as bad. A sad end to a brilliant fortnight.
I just hope the pigs are okay. They hate rain and go into their shelters. There did look to be enough headroom for them to breathe, I hope so. Bob is going to give Rusty a ring in a while. Meanwhile we are in Moffat for a couple of nights. Longer if the Forth Bridge is shut on Sunday.
It has not been kind weather wise. There are many folk much worse off so I should be grateful.
I’ll report from Moffat tomorrow.
(An update at 1840h the pigs survived. A great result for a non Jesus animal. I can’t quote the bible but it is an interesting book. I’ll give it a whirl:
‘Thy shall not eat of the swine for though it has cloven hoof it cheweth not the cud.’
I think I remembered the passage but if not I got the gist of it even down to the wonderful ‘Cheweth.’
Great the little beasts survived, I was really worried.)