Wild Weather in Italy
I'm currently cat and dog sitting for a friend in a small hilltop hamlet and Neil is back in England sorting out problems at the Mill. No sooner had I dropped him at the airport than the lovely clear winter weather we've been having disappeared and it began to rain. And rain. I went out to supper at a friend's house on Friday evening and the roads had turned into rivers making driving difficult. Saturday morning it was still raining in buckets. But by Saturday afternoon things changed. The rain - which had been torrential - intensified and soon there was thunder and lightning as well.
|Rain you can't see through|
We lost the power around 5.30pm and in the darkness the rain became quite frightening. The sheer intensity of it is something I've never experienced, even in the monsoon rains of Asia and Africa. It was like a violent thing trying to pound its way through the roof. When I opened the door you couldn't even see through it with a torch. It rained all night and the thunder and lightning were horrendous. I had a cat and a dog in bed with me, shivering under the bedclothes, so at least I was warm! According to the Italian news 300mm of rain fell overnight onto ground already saturated and rivers full.
|One very scared little dog.|
|The far end of the section|
|The other end - the drop is about a foot|
It's still raining, but not so heavily now. And at least we haven't suffered as much as Genoa or southern France. What they call 'weather bombs' in New Zealand seem to be part of our lives here now too. Only one thing to do - open the last bottle of the Christmas Prosecco and drink it by candlelight!!