This year`s astonishing amount of rain has had us penned up in the house for more days than could be considered healthy.
Gotta admit, once those clouds close in, releasing yet another deluge, (at times it feels like one of those tarpaulins that gather water over a market stall suddenly gives way and empties the contents over your head), leaving the courtyard and garden resembling a tidal swimming pool, with mud bath attraction thrown in. The kitchen light comes on and I launch into another earnest kitchen cupboard hunt, for ideas of something else to bake to occupy myself with. The consequences of several quiches, pies, jams, preserves, not forgetting the 3 and 4 course dinners over the past week or two, have forced me back into my stretchy waist trousers. Vags on the other hand, suffering from his own serious case of cabin fever, paces, huffing and puffing, flicking from one news channel to another in search of something to keep him occupied whilst house-bound.
Togged up in my waterproofs, I`ve managed to walk the dogs every day. Despite expertly rebutting Vags` incredulous reaction at my insistence on walking them when it`s bucketing it down, he still shakes his head in disbelief as he watches me bustle from the house looking like an Eskimo. On the whole, the dogs seem unperturbed by the rain and are quite happy galloping around, getting wet. They are, however, developing an unrealistic fear of thunder, which is a little disturbing.
The extraordinary volume of rain this year has had gorges, rivers, storm drains and forgotten springs running at full capacity, which, after two drought years, is a wonderful sight. However, the destruction left in it`s wake – the brunt being felt mainly in the West of Crete – is equally extraordinary. Ancient bridges have been swept away, roads simply disappearing into caverns and slipping down mountainsides, land slides and falling buildings, not to mention the loss of 5 lives to date, (flood related), here in Crete alone.
I can only assume that there can`t be much rain left to rain, but who knows. I rather embarrassingly admit though, it colludes with my hermit-like nature, which regularly tries to restrain me from participating in the outside world.
I live in the hope that we have an extended period of cool-ish Spring conditions, which will hold off the inevitable onslaught of high temperatures for which Crete is notorious.