This bit of the usually quiet small river is known to us as "the bike wash" as we quite often cycle through it, last night you'd have been taking your life in your hands attempting it
Another bit further up where the flood's made a new course.
A flash of lightning and a loud peal of thunder kept me from going out at 6 pm last night and a good job too, as up in the Pentlands there had been a violent thunderstorm followed by a torrential downpour. By the time we reached the hills water was flooding everywhere with the road to the reservoirs being under 18 inches in parts. Further up past the Howe the normally quiet little river was going ballistic and it was impossible to cross the usual ford. I managed to have an off watching two sheep trying to reach dry land but apart from that no other mishaps, well not unless you include soaking wet feet.