Last week’s floods sabotaged my usual walk home from work – or at least, the part of it that involves a low-lying field near Millennium Bridge.
At first it almost looked as if Rowntree Park had opened a new lido:
But that was before the height of it! On one final day I just-about got away with wading across the said field – higher than the path that runs through it – in my posh boots (they held!!) but then the waters rose higher and I had to admit defeat…
Here’s a duck who shouldn’t really be able to swim that near Skeldergate Bridge’s parapet: 
An optimistic life-belt:
Street-lights looking eerie
Skeldergate – I think that’s one of those classic shots someone always does during York floods:
And just to remind everybody that not all of the city succumbed, here are our city walls by twilight, the same evening:
After all, it is supposed to be spring!
