Today is the fourteenth day of rain in Beetley. For two weeks, day and night, it has been raining. The forecast for today was ‘sunny periods and showers’. That translated to rain all day, sometimes torrential, even during the brief periods of sunshine.
The outbuilding (brick-built shed) has flooded, due to groundwater seeping through the concrete floor. I don’t feel well enough to tackle it, so have created a ‘dam’ using old towels and blankets, hoping to stop the water shorting out the two freezers and the tumble-drier that are kept out there.
Local roads look more like shallow lakes, and some have had to be closed due to deeper water. Listening to the rain starts to get to you, almost driving you crazy when it never stops. Everything is damp, and every outlook is dull. Any end of season clearing up in the garden had had to be abandoned, and it now looks like nobody lives in the house, it is so neglected.
This is not the climate change expected in fifty years, this is climate change happening before our eyes today. On two of those fourteen days, we had one month’s worth of rainfall in twenty-four hours. Sixty days of rain in just two days, followed by twelve more days of constant downpours. It is no longer remotely amusing, certainly not in the least bit funny, and is now something many of us are going to have to face every year, with increasing severity.
2020 has been one of the strangest years I can remember since 1976. The Coronavirus of course, but also the extreme weather. An unusually hot and dry summer until mid-September, followed by constant rain every day since.
If it doesn’t stop raining soon, I fear I might lose my mind.