Several years ago our friend and her dog died in her car when it was pulled into the river in a flood. The shock of that kind of event is unbelievable. It’s always something that happens to someone else – never to anyone YOU know.
Coming in from Africa, I always thought British rivers were a bit small – pretty places with ducks and swans and stepping-stones. Yet someone was always drowning in them! And all the classics had people disappearing, drowning, committing suicide or purposefully murdered in them like a Silas Marner/Thomas Hardy sort of plot.
But I have completely changed my view! They ARE small – pretty places fringed with forests, – with ducks and swans and stepping-stones. I love them. But they are DEADLY in heavy rain, or a wall of water.
Where we used to live in t’coontray, people got killed by them – regularly.
But our friend might still have been alive if she’d known this – get OUT of your car as soon as you hit the water. Open the windows and climb out. Everyone should see this video. So I’m posting it here. I want The Furlong Family to see it too.