The Rack Isle, above, is usually marshy, but not completely under water! It's now a nature reserve, but in the olden days, it was used by the weavers who lived in the cottages of Arlington Row as a place to hang their cloth, hence the name. The wall on the right between the river and the main road through the village is quite high, thank goodness.
Rows of sandbags protect the cottages themselves. The biggest problem here, however, is not the river overflowing, but groundwater coming up through the floor.
The water is so clear, even with the river in full flood. At least we don't have sewage or any other nasties to contend with.
One of the gardens in the village. They used to have a "Keep Off The Grass" sign, but it must have floated away.
Last Saturday, this huge cedar came down in the churchyard. I don't know exactly how old it was, but my guess would be around 200 years. It came down on the first weekend of half-term, which was just as well, because the tree stood between the parish church and the village primary school. Not only that, but it fell INTO the prevailing wind. This meant that instead of falling on the school, the topmost branches merely scraped against the wall of the church. Did someone say miracle?
However, you can see how much mess it has made in the churchyard. The enormous rootball ripped up the graves beneath the tree and you could even see human bones tangled in the roots. I didn't take a picture, because I thought it seemed a bit intrusive, but I like to think that those long-dead villagers somehow helped the tree to fall the right way. There will be a service of rededication for them once everything is back in place.