Readers who know me and my other half, twitter’s @groovegenerator, will recognise our sadness at the recent floods in Cumbria.
Passable walkers, rubbish sailors and aspiring canoeists, we spend many a weekend in or around Ullswater and particularly Glenridding trying to hone our skills. So when the news of the recent floods hit, we couldn’t help but think of our mates up north struggling AGAIN with the onslaught of water.
It’s quite a sinister trip up there – absolutely no indication of anything amiss, no debris lining the roadside, no overly large pools of water in the fields, absolutely nothing, which makes it all the more jaw dropping when you reach the village.
The lake was higher than usual but certainly not the highest I’ve seen it. I kind of knew what to expect having spoken to Christian Grammer at the Steamers last week where their damage has been equally sad. A pier down, a pierhouse down, a lake so high you can’t call in at your usual stops, business affected in many, many more ways than the mere obvious, plus the remaining pierhouse suffering from flood damaged stock.
A full week on and I attempted to turn into Glenridding Sailing Centre’s private road……or what remained.
Pete and Steve have done a phenomenal job saving boats and to date we’ve only lost 2 canoes.
It’s really strange looking at the spit where not so long ago the lake seemed so far from the cabins, the spit longer than I’d remembered and the beach wide.
The guys had obviously had a hard time. The village inaccessible for many days, Steve dropped Pete off at Pooley Bridge from where he had to walk to Dalemain to get a lift back to Penrith – no mean walk after a full day saving boats and your business from the elements.
But the good news is that The Environment Agency, despite fighting battles elsewhere in Cumbria, were on our spit! Hurray!
From what I can gather they were goudging a channel in the beck and then hoping to use the booty to fill the road in.
It’s a long slog, that’s evident. The car park is a mud field, the boat field a boulder field, the spit invisible, the beach a silt mound and the cabins 2 feet high in tidal marks and bearing the scars of water damage.
It’ll recover we know it will but it will be a hard slog.
Until then I shall comfort myself with the lovely photos of the lake above my desk, the Steamers on my staircase and a fabuous oil painting by Jane Cooper in my dining room.
Please do drop a pound or two into the Flood Recovery Appeal – they’ll appreciate it very much! In the meantime I hope I’m not contradicting any police advice but the area is very much open for business and much appreciative of it.
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