Flood!

I was supposed to be at the run/walk this morning, for 4 kilometers.

I've been woken up by the ring of my phone instead.

It was Amanda, one of my collegues, that was asking me for a little extra help at the Bridge Tavern today, even if it was my day off.

I really like Amanda, she's so much like me, we deeply understand each other.

Of course, I didn't deny my presence.

Unaware of what happened last night, after 3 days in a row of continuous raining, I dropped down to the pub and my only first words have been "For fuck's sake!"

Everything was covered by mud. Last night, at about midnight, high tide and river flooded the bridge area, reaching even Wenthworth Place where a wall fell down. The pub was under 30 centimeters of water.

I started at nine but other people were already there earlier than me. It looked like a disaster but at 2pm the pub was open again and it's only thank to the 40 and more people that were there cleaning and picking mud up from everywhere.

And you still wondering why I moved here?

It's just... only in Ireland.
I'm proud of what I saw today, I'm proud of the people I'm working with, I'm proud of being a citizen of Wicklow Town.

The Bridge Tavern at about midnight last night.

Photo by my dear friend Brendan Cullen.