All the footage of the floods in the news recently reminded me of the time we were flooded in Ballyronan 30 years ago. It was the summer of 1985 and I'd brought the boyfriend who is now my husband to visit the family for the first time. We were in bed (in separate rooms of course) and I couldn't sleep because of the noise of thunderstorm and the rain which had been lashing down for hours. We'd been flooded before - the sheugh (NI for open drain) was prone to overflowing. So I went downstairs to check and stepped into three inches of water at the bottom of the stairs. I woke the rest of the household and we spent the next few hours with brushes sweeping the water out ot the front door. It had collected in the backyard, which is enclosed by outbuildings and a high wall, and had reached up to the windowsill, coming in through the back kitchen door, down the step and then out the front of the house. So we kept sweeping for the next few hours, while my father went outside with a hammer and chisel and attempted to make a hole in the wall to release some of the water. Meanwhile my mother stayed in bed, weeping and unable to face the prospect of the mess she'd be clearing up. Another worry was that my youngest sister's new kitten was missing.
All was well in the end: our efforts meant the water never got too deep so most of the furniture could be dried out and there was only one carpet to replace. My enduring memory is of the layer of slimy mud which covered everything. And the kitten was found safe and well, on top of one of the old cupboards in the outhouse. We helped clear up and the rain stopped: the next day was glorious and I took Paul to visit the Giant's Causeway.
|Miffy the kitten with a very young Paul in 1985.|
|Me at the Giant's Causeway, the day after the flood|
With all the rain in NI in the last week I was concerned that the house would flood again, even though the drains have now been fixed. It's not empty any more - my cousin's daughter, her husband and new baby are living there. We visited Ballyronan on Monday and went down to the lough, where the water was very high and had flooded the playground. It seems there was one day that water had been running down the lane like a river, but not, so far, into the house. It is good to see the house being lived in and it was cosy with the Rayburn going again. And lovely to see the new baby, the first little boy in the house since my dad was born - we were all girls. And his name is...Noah. Let's hope this little Noah doesn't have a flood to deal with.
|Ballyronan Marina, December 28th 2015|