Day 165 of Ania's Diary.

48 hours of torrential rain, it is horrendous. Last night was so scary. The river behind us threatened to burst its banks. One caravan was moved and we are now here alone. The dogs were terrified , the grass became thick mud and they were soaked in seconds. Today we have got out twice and each time we waded through flood water.
We cannot go home as driving would be dreadful.
Typing this is a nightmare, the keys keep sticking and I think a new computer will be on the cards.
Ania is well, she has no choice but to sleep and her breathing is good.

Fudge drinks constantly and it is a nightmare taking him in and out in this rain.