Tuesday, August 16, 2011
As the moon rose on Saturday night, a few of us gathered to welcome the owners back to their house after a 7 month displacement across the road.
At the height of the flood, they had canoed around the neighbourhood via back gardens and between houses - taking an unfamiliar route not dictated by paths. The water level here was about two thirds of the way up the windows of the upper floor. After the flood, the old wooden house had groaned and creaked and twisted itself dry. It became a higgledy-piggeldy house where no door fitted its frame, no wall was straight and no floor was even. From the vantage point of their little rented cottage across the road, they watched the builders come in and slowly, bit by bit, straighten the place back out again.
Now, they are back home and the place looks great. The walls are straight and, as we found out, the floor smooth enough to do the twist on.