Is It Nigh?

Anyone who has seen Peter Weir’s film The Last Wave will have some idea of what it’s like in Britain at the moment. We’ve had so much rain over the summer and autumn that the land is saturated. It only takes an hour or two of light stuff to set the lane running again, and tonight there was even a pond a little further down. I saw a car drive through it – slowly. It was the only car I saw while out walking; it seems the residents of The Shire weren’t venturing out much. This quantity of rain begins to feel apocalyptic, and I’m wondering whether I should put a glass of sherry and a mince pie out for the Aboriginal when he calls. (They materialise in your house, you know. Most off-putting.)