As if being pushed under a tube train in February and attacked in the street in November isn’t bad enough I’ve recently had the only item of value stolen from my new home recently. With not much else that can go wrong and whilst I wait for the near certainty of being killed by a coronavirus infected terrorist, I have taken the opportunity to temporarily de-camp from my new little cottage as 200 years of water pipes and bathrooms are updated to something a little more 21st Century.
I find myself in a local hotel in the splendidly named Water Lane. It’s called Water Lane because it stands near several waterways on what would have been called a flood plain. It’s now thoroughly built upon and yet from time to time the council and others act shocked when it all gets flooded. Surely the clue is in the name!
Anyway, whilst venturing out with my sore leg and sans stainless steel mens Gucci watch; I came across the wonderful sculpture which humorously pokes fun at the semi-regular floods in Water lane, Watford.
The sculpture has a succinct information board as part of the display.
You can get an idea of how prone to flooding this street was by the height of the current flood defences below.
Just a few minutes walk down stream it is easy to see just how the area used to flood. February has seen over 200% of its average rainfall and it has almost been raining or with named storms every day since Halloween. Despite it being a few days since the last rain, the river remains just a little below the height of the river bank and road bridge.
Whilst I wait out my renovation works; I’ve brought my computer to the hotel and hope to do a little writing. I had two goals for the winter, one to finish writing my newest book and the second to go on my first holiday for 6 years. Both have been foiled thus far by delays to moving house and a rampant virus epidemic. Perhaps at least I can make some progress on one whilst temporarily avoiding the other as I am holed up on this water flood plain.