Yet more heavy rain this morning. Peter went off for an early morning row and he reported that the flooding on our local roads was the worst he has seen. The flood point at the junction with the main road was starting to fill and a veritable river was flowing down the road from the Lewis' farm. The surrounding fields are so wet that the water pours straight off them onto the roads. Luckily our stream didn't rise any higher than this so the house was safe. The postman, bless him, didn't want to drive over my wood dams and walked down the road in the rain to deliver some letters. I told him he was welcome to drive over the wood and assured him that there aren't any nails sticking out to catch his tyres. Our postman is so helpful, taking our letters out as well as delivering and leaving parcels safely in the porch or taking them to the neighbours. Not like in the cities where they ring your bell then stick a card through and leave before you can even get to the door so that you have to trek all the way to the sorting office.
The rain stopped in the late afternoon and we are promised a dry night for the New Year festivities. If I wanted to go into town for the free music event and fireworks I would have to go by myself which is not so much fun. It would be nice to welcome the New Year properly and not just see other people celebrating on TV.