Canalside one street our story.
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OPEN LETTER TO PRIME. MINISTER, GOVERNMENT, ENVIRONMENT AGENCY, PRINCE CHARLES PRESIDENT OF THE CANAL AND RIVER TRUST. NEATH COUNCIL .
I also run a non profit cancer retreat (soon to gain charity status)
I provide completly free breaks, a soul midwife service, celebrant service, counseling and therapies for patients with life limiting illnesses and their loved ones
Lots of people said I wouldn’t be able to do this completly free, but they don’t know about the magic and support of canalside.
We have been doing it for over two years. Provide lots of beautiful people with a safe happy space to forget about hospital appointments and just to be themselves
To walk on our beautiful canal explore local areas supported by us and our neighbors.
October 2018 were devistated by storm Callum all our hard work and love Ravens retreat was ruined.
To the powers that be.
Prime minister, government, environment agency, Neath council. Prince Charles president of canals & rivers trust.
It’s a almost a week since storm Dennis devistated our little street Canalside.
We are a terrace of 29 old but beautiful cottage as the name suggests we are nestled by the side of the Tenant Canal.
You hear older people talk of how it used to be when people look after each other, you could ask neighbors for help, leave your door open. When there was real communities.
I always smile feel proud and blessed because canalside is exactly that they are describing us. Canalside.
I know everyone in our street.
We are a tribe.
We look out for each other, we remember birthdays, pick up shopping, give lifts when needed, fix cars, we don’t live in each others pockets but we have always got each others backs you get the picture.
But we hadn’t had flooding here since early 90s so we pulled together as a community baled water/ sewage dried out the cottages hacked of plaster dug up floors, pulled out fitted kitchen, white goods sofas furniture clothing toys nothing was salvageable due to the sewage imagine a film.of human waste covering everything you own.
Strangers came to help, we had no electricity for days but canalside residents stuck together unbreakable bonds were made, strangers were now friends .
It took us from October 2018 of storm Callum to June 2019 to recover
The sun shone we welcomed home those who had moved out whilst builders re built their homes.
Ducks, geese , the dog walkers passed our cottage again our community breathed a sigh of relief we were home, together.
Life went on.
We welcomed families for cancer breaks from at Helens , Liverpool, North Wales, Swansea .
A word they often used to describe canalside was magical.
I vividly remember our first group of ladies after the flood Viv and Jule. Were friends from my hometown of St Helens.
Viv had just finished radiotherapy. A mural friend had rang to ask if she could join them with her best friend who was having chemotherapy for a terminal diagnosis.
Everything was arranged and they traveled down together
You see that’s what Ravens Retreat (wish cottage project) is all about.
Fulfilling wishes and dreams giving people hope
We are so much more than a little cottage in a little street.
When Bex Viv, Shaz and Julie drove away at the end of a perfect week the sun shone their car radio blared they sang at top of their voices .
They arrived from Liverpool after a long drive I introduced myself to Bex she smiled but looked quite and lost, she was wearing a back brace and they had wondered if the drive over would be too long but she had been determined to come.
As the four of them looked around our retreat slowly Bex began to smile.
That week was truly wonderful.
They sat by our fire pit, sunbathed on the decking, drank wine laughed lots discussed hopes and fears.
Bex confessed wanting to climb mountain.
Leave it with anything is possible in Canalside.
It was a sunny day when we drove into Swansea to mumbles pier.
We had lunch then
I sat on the beach beside Bex there’s your mountain I smiled pointing at the light house on the hill.
Her face lit up..
I sat in the dun watching her slowly but surely climb up the hill to mumbles lighthouse..
She stood at the top wind in her hair waving over to me..
That will always be Bex’s mountain.
My heart smiled.
The girl who arrived looking quite and tired left glowing happy and smiling.
I’m privalaged to call her my friend
And to have been part of her journey sadly Bex died a few months later.
Why am I telling you this? It’s because although you ‘see’ the floods on T.V and a few of you may walk down the street you don’t get to know our stories.
You come then leave to sit in warm houses without the real fear of ‘What if’ hanging over you when you go to bed, or if your in work and it starts to rain.
Behind each door of each cottage is a story.
A family just like yours .
I want and need you to know how loved and important this small street is.
So a week later after our second flood in sixteen months we have done the same again.
We pulled together bailed sewage,
cared for our vunerable less able neighbors.
New strangers have arrived we have lost all our possessions again..
Because the preventative measures promised were not honoured.
This time I have no insurance.
Not because I chose not to because I couldn’t get cover after storm Callum
A £6000 oil central heating boiler a beautiful sofa bed bought for patients who are too weak to get upstairs.
All our white goods, carpets, crockery all contaminated again by sewage .
Preventative measures that we were promised didn’t happen.
Why am I writing to you a week later..
Because as I clean up the mess in my bedroom that has been trodden upstairs all week
I have found a pile of thank you cards from people who have stayed with us . A letter from my best friend Donna Drewson who died September 11 2018 telling me how proud she was of me and the Retreat.
She always believed in me
Everything we have done is in memory of her.
Finally my strength left me.
I sat on my bed and sobbed.
I want to believe that you neath council, environment agency the water board, local government prince Charles and the prime minister have took on board our dilemma.
That this time you will do something preventative to help us.
My greatest fear is a few months down the line the reporters news crews will leave.
Council will be spending money on speed bumps and once again we will be forgotten.
So prime minister, local government.
Put your wellies on.
Knock on our doors hear our voices our stories.
Talk to us.
We are worth saving
Do I want to move?
Of course not.
Where else could I find such a melting pot of amazing people
It may not be your idea of paradise but it’s ours .
Please help us preserve it.
Yours in hope
So I’ve been I’ll all day V &D due to the 3 ft of raw sewage that spewed it’s way into my cottage early hours Sunday morning.
Beginging of storm Dennis.
We knew what to expect we endured exactly same 18 months ago storm Callum
I’ve been reading alot in praise of what council and environment services have done for canalside (our forgotten street) in this flood ..
Here are a few facts
I live at no 20 no one was there in the street when the flood came at 2.30 / 3 am
No one came apart from the guys dropping off 4 sand bags and placing one useless row at top of the street.
I moved here 14 years ago and a team of council employees came to do a dummy run of what would happen in a red alert
They came fitted new flood gates front and back.
Then they promptly took them off and put them back on the lorry?
Asked if we could keep them we were told no that on red alert they would be brought out and fitted along with advice and help to elderly and vunerable to lift furniture ect
So storm Callum…
WHERE WERE THEY
Storm Dennis WHERE WERE THEY?
No one knows where these flood gates are?
No one knocks doors helps the vunerable warns us
We look.after our own
There was a meeting in the legion after Callum
Promises made about prevention highering walls, finding elusive flood gates,
More storm drains
And money from Europe for flood victims … False confidence given to vunerable people.
I have been scrubbing what can only be described as liquidised s@@t from all surfaces in my cottage the sewage was 3ft deep spewing up from toilets bath sink.
Help advice on contaminated water would have been helpful
Also we have vunerable tenants in the street in rented property.
Land. Lords now have to have a licence (rent smart Wales)
One young couple have had their tenency ended by their landlord no where to go…
The twins having to stay with a friend as their land lord has failed to help and find them.alternative accommodation.
It’s easy for people who aren’t experiencing this devistation for second time in 18 months to sit in their warm dry uncontaminated homes
With their opinions
They aren’t living it.
Not only is my home ruined my car is too.
For the amazing people who have knocked on our doors and walked the walk with help and support… I truly am grateful.
But council and services could have done so much more BEFORE and after the event FACT
I need a plan.
Or a twin.
As you know I work as a Soul midwife (end of life care)
I live on a canal bank in South Wales
A small row of 19 terraced cottages.
We have lived there 12 years
It’s always been a dream to buy another cottage on our row to run as a Retreat.
For Cancer patients & mental health patients.
You see I work full time too for the community mental health team.
Now you see why I need a twin.
Anyway I digress.
So I’m working full time then two years ago a cottage goes up for sale
Well I have been asking the universe.
Problem is it’s out of my price range 90k I was gutted. It was perfect needed work but nothing we couldn’t do ourselfs.
Never mind says my hubby Jeff.
It will happen and we carry on dreaming no one moves into the empty cottage and six months later I spot the estate agent coming out of there.
‘Excuse me’ is it back on the market? I ask.
He smiles yes the doors still open come in and have a look around.
I step inside out of the rain
Its very magnolia I say. It’s had a few coats of paint and cheap cord carpet but there’s no damp which is amazing for an old cottage and it’s bigger than our house.
I walk upstairs and I’m visualising the door sign
60k he says
I know he says I’d offer 55k.
I’m stunned it was previously on for 90k
“Okay I say without thinking ill offer 55k”
He looks up from his clipboard.
“Its not advertised yet.
Do you want me to ring the vendor?”
“Yes please” I say assertively
Appearing confident whilst in my head I’m wondering if I can get a mortgage.
He walks into the kitchen chatting on his I phone.
I close my eyes and ask the universe.
“Please let it be” as I open them he comes striding back into the lounge
“Congratulations he accepted your offer, who is your solicitor?
He shakes my hand and I follow him outside onto the tow path.
Ill be in touch he smiles
Im thrilled, scared, and wondering what just happened?
Thank you I whisper to the universe.
As I dial my hubby Jeff.
“Hi love I say as he answers .
Guess what I just bought?”
“A cottage no 28”
There’s a pause. He laughs.
“I need a mortgage and a deposit I carry on. ”
I don’t doubt you’ll get one he laughs you always find a way,
I ring a mortgage advisor he comes out the next evening i can’t see a problem he says and everything is a little sureal.
I find a local solicitor and few weeks later end of Feb it snows my daughter is over to visit so we walk down to no 28 to look around.
“mam looks like there’s a leak in the kitchen from flat roof. ”
We call the estate agent and sure enough there’s a damp patch ceiling and wall.
Im wondering how much it’s going to cost.
Can you ring the vendor I ask?
He drops the price by 4k mor than fair and a month later on 30th march day before my birthday 2017 we complete.
Cosmic ordering at its best.
The hard work begins. Painting furnishing all on a shoe string. We divide the garden in half deck outside the back door and plan to use the other half to build a therapy cabin.
I think back to that kid that was me my father called me “gunner” because I was always gunner do something or other. Always day dreaming. Always going to live in Wales.
I smile he I am with my hubby still dreaming with a man who never doubts me and helps me build them and again I thank the universe.
I have a beautiful oak door sign made “Ravens Retreat”
Register as a C.I.C
(Community interest company) non profit.
And we provide our first free cancer breaks
People love the idea .
Now I’m still working full time and still working as a soul midwife.
Running the cottage and providing free therapies.
We had been open five months cue storm Callum.
The street is evacuated but we don’t leave as the flood waters rise praying that the rain will.stop.
Ravens Retreat is flooded.
The cottages are so old that the drains can’t deal with the flood waters the drains back flow through toilets sink baths and up through the floor.
Its heartbreaking all our hard work.
We throw out furniture carpets the whole kitchen and hack off plaster
Our beautiful Retreat is a building site.
We are doing all the work ourselves, from pay check to paycheck it takes us nine months we work all day and work on the retreat in the evening.
Fall into bed then do it all again the next day.
I have days when I wonder if theres an end to it.
Then in June 2019 we re open.
Im so happy .
So proud our first cancer break is a good friend of mine who has just finished radiotherapy and another friend who is still undergoing chemotherapy.
Four of them arrive and as they walk in look around the sun is shining and they love it.
Suddenly everything is worthwhile.
We have provided many more free holidays this year.
Our therapy cabin is almost finished.
I’m looking for funding to get things finished it will make such a difference.
Then hopefully one day soon can give up my full time job consentrate on my soul midwife work.and the Rtreat.
Dreams really do come true.
This one did. ❤️
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Does the weather or season affect your mood? It’s April springtime in Wales
Although it has rained a few times this weekend that’s okay the rain is what makes Wales such a lush green beautiful place.
I love this time of year everything is waking up tiny Hawthorne leaves dafodills in their yellow dresses, the ivy seems to boast a new brighter shade of green, the trees on the mountains no longer bare they are dressed in new clothes swaying in the breeze welcoming crows who caw and dart to and fro gathering twigs and straw to build this year’s nests warm and safe surrounded by new leaves and a warmer breeze.
Baby shrews scurry along the canal bank chased by my black cat Luna who also loves the rebirth of spring for different reasons. The nights are lighter.
I’ve spent the weekend clearing my cottage garden building a fire in the fire pit sitting reflecting watching the late sunset.
I feel my mood is starting to lift. It’s been a hard challenging year. The loss of my best friend Donna floored me and I miss her everyday I’ve chatted away to her as I always did tell her what’s happing and all about having to rebuild our Retreat and how its taken it’s toll.
But I’ve discovered some amazing people strangers who have become new friends.
My relationship with my husband Jeff we’ve never had an easy ride but he’s my rock and I his. We are , complete opposite but I can’t imagine me without him at times this year we’ve wondered if there was a light at the end of the tunnel as we would complete one job on the retreat something else would come up.
But yesterday we finished the floor tiling all the way through the cottage hard graft when your doing it after work and weekends singlehandedly whilst also building a shower room and fitting a kitchen
So last night I sat by the fire pit in my little piece of paradise and gave thanks to the universe.
For lessons learned and strength and patience I didn’t know we had.
For good friends chosen family and rebirth of this coming year.
I’m here holding out my hands and trusting. I’m ready for whatever it brings
With the quiet knowledge that this is a new chapter.
I’ll go back in times of reflection and reread the older chapters for without them I wouldn’t be here now.
Sat by the fire watching a black cat look up at the sky. Feeling warm and grateful for all that I am.
It’s been a busy month in Wales. Lots of new challenges. Andy came over to see us at the Retreat to advise us on insulating the Healing Hive Cabin.
Who knew keeping a wooden building warm was so complicated 🙈 not me.
So supplies are on order electric is almost finished thanks to a generous donation we are back on track to open our doors again in May.
For the time being I am still working from Crow Cottage so if you would like a Healing appointment please give me a ring.
To think all of this was a dream I’ve had for so very long and now here I am surrounded by the most amazing family, friends, healers and Therapists.
It truly is cosmic ordering at it’s most wonderful.
Holding out your hands to the universe.
Visualise the positive change you wish to see.
Most importantly BELIEVE!
Im lying here this morning thinking about the little council estate kid with an alcoholic father who called me Gunner.
(Because I was always Gunner live in Wales, always Gunner live by water always day dreaming always BELIEVED in those dreams.)
So as I sit out side our tiny cottage by a beautiful canal surrounded by friend who are other dreamers, I remember him and thank him for his words they made me more determined
When I used to close my eyes tight shut at night I could see mountains water and trees.
Now every morning before I leave the cottage I give thanks and gratitude for all those things that I never take for granted each day I look at them with new eyes.
I thank spirit, Source
Life is truly beautiful ❤️
So as most of you know I live in a little canalside cottage nothing posh just two up two down on a tow path in South Wales.
I also have another cottage on the terrace Ravens Retreat.
Where as a soul midwife I provide respite free Therapies and breaks for cancer patients or anyone with life limiting condition.
We are slowly rebuilding the retreat after we were hit by storm Callum in Sept 2018 most of the terrace was flooded by sewerage it was a challenging time to say the least.
My hubby Jeff has been beyond amazing he is a jack of all trades and has self leveled floors, tiled bathroom fitted a shower room.
He’s almost finished tiling kitchen and living room
Fitted a new kitchen aquired from Facebook marketplace.
We are doing all this on a shoe string
We have had a cabin built (our healing hive ) on the land behind the retreat and are also trying to get this up and running insulated electrics flooring fencing the list is endless
And as I’ve been off work for a year on half pay I have really been holding out my hands to the universe and trusting we can get things finished.
Offering free Therapies to cancer patients. Holding healing clinics Reiki, Omni, and Soul Connection healing workshops teaching reiki to community
I know this work Is so very important people need to be treated holistically.
This is my service to the community a way of me giving back. A thank you for leading me to this beautiful place.
This post is about just that giving back and paying forward.
I always believe that people are for the best part good
And what you put out there you get back.
That’s what storm Callum has taught me.
This tiny street in South Wales is a community
Very commune like.
We all pulled together. We baled water, carried furniture, cleaned each other’s houses supporting each other in any way possible.
I cooked for the street my son made flood gates my hubby helped anyone and everyone. Reporters came and went we we’re on T.V for the weekend then people forgot.
Or did they.
Friends and neighbors are now closer
People come and gift me time in return for Therapies or healing or perhaps lunch.
Fab electrician had helped wire the cabin, my friend Han from work helped dig out old trees and clear garden. My son, daughter and daughter in love helped clean and grout tiles
Zoe and Ross helped clear up after cabin was erected
My grand daughter Tamika pushed wheel barrows full of garden rubbish.
Out neighbor Paul plastered the bathroom ceiling.
The twins next door brought food when Jeff was working.
My friend Sharon very kindly lent us a digger! How awesome I’ve been truly overwhelmed with kindness I’m truly blessed.
Last week I had a phone call from a lovely guy Chris who wanted to know more about what we we’re doing having heard about us from a mutual.friend
He visited and from minute I opened the door I knew we were destined to be friends.
Today he came over and painted fences helped Jeff out then had Sunday lunch with me and my family.
I guess what I’m telling you is there is a positive in every situation no matter how bad things are
Our little retreat was a lovely little cottage before the flood but we had made do and mended with what we had.
The flood pulled our little street together into a fabulous commune it pushed us to do work that we couldn’t really afford but somehow we’ve done it.
We now have that all important healing space I so desperately needed. A shower room that will make things much easier for wheel chair users or guests with dogs!
Most of all I have met some of the most amazing people who gave us the gift of time and true genuine friendship .
That to me is priceless.
So when life gets hard remember hold out your hands and trust the universe.
It may be hard but it is always beautiful.
So if your passing through neath valley south Wales
Come take a walk down Canalside drop in say hi.
A liminal magical place
My family ❤️
I have a cat with an identity problem.
He thinks he’s a dog.
Now I have never owned a cat before him ( Lucifer)
I was working in community mental health I went out one sunny day in May to visit a new patient.
An elderly lady who lived in a first floor flat.
Just her an her cat
We sat and chatted for a few minutes when in comes the cat.
It’s huge and as it sat down it looked like a massive triangular door stop.
Wow I say is the cat pregnant.?
She looks at me like pissed in her teacup!
“No she’s fucking not !” She hisses
“She’s doesn’t go out of the flat!”
Okay okay! 🙈
I make my excuses and leave
“see you tomorrow
I call as I shut the front door
Me and my big mouth.
I vow never to comment again on the fat triangular cat!
The day after I return.
Her mood had to improved she opens the door and I follow her upstairs she’s muttering under her breath and the smell of cat pee is so pugnent I kick myself for presuming the triangle cat has ever been out side.
She stands at the top of the stairs cigarette hanging from her mouth pointing at the bedroom door.
Your fault she says
You cursed me.
I peep around the door there on the floor by a pile of rubbish bags is the much slimmer triangle doorstop cat licking three beautiful kittens
A voice behind me says
I’m drowning them.
Oh no I say I’ll have one and I’ll find homes for the others
She’s still scowling.
I’ll pay for cat food until they can leave their mammy.
And then we can take her to be neutered.
Still she scowls
Let’s go sit down and chat.
We talk about support and help she needs and I feel her soften slightly.
I call to the shop and pick up cat food and litter and a few packets of buiscits
Take photos of the kittens and ring the pdsa to make appointment.
Over the next few weeks we got to know each other better her guard came down as I took her out shopping and to the pub for a surprise birthday lunch.
Eventually the kittens we’re ready to leave Lucifer, Lola and Ragnar
All had forever homes and the triangle cat was neautered!
Just in case she left the flat again!
I took Lucifer home to my canalside cottage.
My first cat ever
My elderly dog saffie adored him he would try to suckle her and she would lick him soon they were best friends.
When saffie and I walked down the canal
Lucifer started to follow
Where saffie went so did our cat…
If a dog barked at saffie this crazy cat would warn it off with a hiss and arched back! They were inseparable.
Last year we lost our saffie she was 14 it broke my heart.
Lucifer pined for her
Every night 7pm stood at the door by saffies lead.
So of course we still go for a canal walk .
I’m sure she about walking with us too.
Me and my beautiful accidental cat 🐈
I’ve had a few weeks of not leaving the canal unless I really have to.
Calling over to see my Mam in law but other than that I’ve been home in the cottage.
Folk may call for healing or massage but most of the time has been spent writing lots, reading and potching getting things done in the Retreat, grouting tiles cleaning up tile dust, clearing building rubbish from the garden, clearing more bloody tile dust. Where does it hide?
You clean it leave the room come back and there is more.
Tile dust causes bad language I’ll never be rid of it.
Jeff comes home and we do more few friends call at the weekend to help us but other than that I’ve seen very few folk.
No human beings
It’s been heaven!
I wonder how some folk don’t like being alone.
I love it, maybe a little too much.
Social media has made it easier. I can check anyone I care about is okay.
Mobile phones well if anyone really needs me they can ring.
Well they could if I turned on the ringer, I’ll ring back when I’ve finished potching.
I’ve been captured by this magical place it’s like a little island commune like,
Thirty cottages an eclectic bunch we are,
There for each other but not mithered or bothered.
Ducks and geese lots of hooded crows
I can’t imagine living anywhere else.
Surrounded by water, view of the mountain.
Log burner, hubby and cats.
so this is where we are up to.
After our Canalside cottage was flooded by backed up drains thanks to storm Callum.
We are hoping to be back open offering cancer patients a much needed break away and free therapies
Floors have been leveled we are busy tiling the bathroom we make a pretty good team.
After the bathroom we have floor tiles to go down from front to back and it has to be finished by end of January!
Wish us luck! 😊
So for those of you who don’t know our area I know that’s most of you. We live in a small village in South Wales called Aberdulais.
Our street is on bank of the Tenant Canal a row of terrace cottages which were built for tin plate workers in 1800 stone built two up two down.
Behind the cottages is a disused collery train track, then wait for it the neath canal.
The river Neath then runs across the top of our street. Then higher up the river is a junction where two Rivers meet.
Bridges, arches and aquaducts add to the landscape of this liminal place that we call home.
I couldn’t imagine living anywhere else.
It’s a special place canalside walks ducks, geese and most importantly an amazing community. We are a true melting pot eclectic in every way.
Call me an eternal optimist but I really do believe that most people are inherently good. Canalside has proven that again this week our community pulled together and got on with it.
I cooked for everyone, my hubby Jeff my son Mike and the men dug trenches to drain water we baled with buckets as the water ran into the back doors of the cottages and out of the front.
My next door but one neighbor had only moved here in April his house was one of the worsed hit. .
Vicki and Dai are a young couple who both work hard for what they have they have two small childen their house was ruined Vicki’s beloved piano laying on their sofa in an effort to save it as water and sewage ran through their home.
We have our house and also own the Retreat no 28. It’s a community interest company. Everything I do benefits the community providing restbite breaks for cancer patients therapies & workshops we run on a shoe string the water ran it the Retreat too
So here we are no one complaining just encouraging each other helping and supporting where the council, environment agency and welsh water let us all down.
Now I’m not political at all. .but three years ago envoroment agency and council did a dummy run in the street with flood gates showing us what would happen if there was ever a flood threat.
Gates were fitted sand bags brought I for one felt reassured there won’t not be a repeat of 1995 disaster.
Yesterday there was.
The rain started Friday early hours. storm Callum was approaching Wales.
Whilst at our son’s wedding reception in Swansea we received a call to say come home the street is being evacuated. The river had risen so much it was flowing over the top of the aquaduct and the canal was fit to burst.
We rushed home expecting agencies who were issuing the warning to bring us promised flood gates and sand bags..
They didn’t arrive 7am sat morning when most houses were already baling water a small council flat back arrived issued us all with two sand bags each..
Yes two which they placed at the front doors the door where the water was escaping. The water was entering the back.
The council Professed to know nothing about gates.
A few hours later water rose through the drains toilets sinks spewed sewage mixed with rain water .
Fire brigade arrived and scratched their heads where could they pump it too?
They left. Local councilor came to the British legion at top of street dressed in Wellingtons. Had she come to bale water.
Afraid not she too left.
The only one that stayed was the rain.
From 8am until late last night we worked as a community together I’m so proud to live here.
T.v crews came people stood on the bridge to watch.
Eventually the rain stopped people’s flooring furniture possessions now litter the canal path houses are ruined
Most of us have no flood insurance why. We can’t afford it.
So is anyone to blame ?
Well this afternoon Welsh waters clean up team arrived (who knew they had one)
We told them what had happened.
Can’t have been the drains they said
But it came through the toilet sinks baths manhole covers.
Not our fault they said.
We live on a flood plane shouldn’t we have bigger drains?
Or storm drains I asked.
No idea came the reply.
So as grateful as I am for my wonderful friends here where we live we are getting there the clean up is in full swing.
Things could have been much easier.
So environment agency where are our gates? And where you joking with your two sand bags? Wonder if we had a M P living here would we have had more.
One of my amazing friends Becky drove over from Lougher to bring us floodsax amazing gel filled bags that works much better than sand. Much easier to deliver but cost more .
So I guess no one want to take ANY responsibility for the way we a small street families with small children, babies and elderly where ignored offered evacuation but precious little else.
Don’t tell us it wasnt the drains houses now small of human excrement.
Families need new carpets new furniture dehumidifiers, the list goes on.
But we will get there we have no choice this is our home. This is our family and we will fix it.