The River Wey has burst its banks in spectacular fashion over the festive period, leaving bridges and car-parks cordoned off by police as the water levels reached heights not seen for decades. Employees of Guildford Borough Council, hoping to down desk related tools early for Noël, sat helpless in their Millmead offices as they watched the River Wey knock on the front door wishing one and all a very soggy Christmas. Shoppers hoping to use Bedford Road car park were turned away unless they had sensibly arrived in a row boat and waders.
Needless to say that one night in Paris is never enough, but one night is all that I had time for.
It started with a train journey, and I'm sure you've all sampled the delights of the Eurostar, but in case you've missed out during the last nine years, then I suggest you give it a try. It really is the only way to get to Paris - so very simple and easy, turn up at London St Pancras, settle yourself comfortably into your seat, and a meal and a few drinks later there you are in the centre of Paris.
Yellow Metal - Water Crossing.
Perhaps not the most prestigious sounding of names; it sounds as though it could belong to a township in America’s sun-drenched south west, perhaps home to the ancestors of those who arrived from all over, desperate to seek their fortune in the famous Gold Rush of the mid-19th century.