Burn Up

This is the wee burn which gives our house its name. It runs down the side of our drive, and is one of Nevis' favourite places to splash - so we know where to find him when he escapes from the garden.

Usually it is little more than a damp ditch. But after the recent snow and last night's storm, it has become it's own little raging torrent. Not too concerned - it is still only about 18 inches deep, and would have to rise another 6 feet before it threatened the house.

Our TV aerial came down in the wind, and I saw the postie stopped by a fallen tree on our walk this morning, so I suspect it is going to be a busy day for tree surgeons, roofers and aerial engineers.