Peculiar flash floods hit London for the second time since taking up cycling to work. I must say I quite enjoy them – I always end up singing as I pedal along and people take photos of me on their mobile phones. I feel like a right star.
Peryl was pretty clean by the time we got home having been near drowned in the floods around Barnes and Mortlake.
The BBC news described “small puddles”, I would have thought that water accumulating to knee height would be better described as a lake or at least a pond. The floods were worst directly outside my flat. Passing cars were generating fearsome waves and I had to cycle in to the crest to prevent myself being sideswiped.
We coped well and I’m sure cycling proved to be the fastest mode of transport even under these conditions. Not even a canoe would have performed better.
The waters had receded quite a bit by the time I took this snap.
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