We did not have much of it since the summer, which was rather wet for a summer. Then in November came the rain, the wind, some snow, then a very heavy rainfall that left the surface covered in a raging torrent.
Clearing the water bed was not so much fun. The debris from branches and leaves was threatening the water course, that run with a layer of poignant residue.
[For two years oil contaminated our land. We contacted the owner of the grounds above and the environmental agency -that was not interested-. For two years we were left to breathe the poison with every rain fall and warm day, trying somehow to content the oil floating in the stream, and unable to use about three acres of meadows frequented by our animals and the Cornish wildlife. Eventually, the oil leak was localised and resolved, and ten months hadn’t been enough to clean the ground.]
So I will not complain about the immense amount of water that is falling in the last days, as it is probably, hopefully, just cleaning the last of the oil of our land. We had to jump in the freezing cold stream to ensure the safe running of the water, that ended up with oil and all in our wellies.
The temperature of the water was the reminder of the snow. The alpacas were not moved by the white landscape. Curious about it, they preferred to stay in the dry. On the other hand, we very much enjoyed viewing, stepping on, crunching, sliding, rolling, compacting, throwing, and shaping the white stuff. Still we managed to take the compulsory evidence of alpacas in unusual weather.
Kestle Alpacas 