I thought Scotland had escaped all the flooding of late – it appears not, with the local river bursting its banks.
At its deepest this section was about axle deep. I wouldn’t fancy taking Kathryn’s Yaris through, no worries for even a stock Land Rover though.
Half a mile down the road things got a bit deeper. There are things I’d rather do tomorrow than drain water from the 109’s axles, so had to about turn at this point.
Hopefully the owner of that house closed the cat flap 🙁