Watery Sunday

Another day of continuous rain and strong gusts of wind. I preached at St Catherine's parish Eucharist this morning and Fr Rhys celebrated. Coincidentally, the Gospel for this Creation Sunday was about Jesus stilling the storm. We sang amongst other things '... Those in peril on the sea', an anthem on the text 'Save me O God for the waters have come up unto my soul' and Colin's recessional voluntary was from Handel's Water music.

It rained so much that I didn't go out for a walk until the sun had set and weather seemed to be changing with the rain and wind starting and stopping a few times. I walked down to the Taff in the dark and for the first time saw the water had risen up on to the footpath along the bank by Blackweir bridge. There was an obstruction, maybe a tree in the middle below the weir and the water was shooting up four to five metres from the river bed into the air. I was made at myself for not taking a camera. My Blackbery camera isn't sophisticated enough to take night shots. What a spectacle!

Confined to the house most of the day, I got out the scanner and did another batch of nineties negatives - Owain's 21st birthday, a Geneva visit by Rachel on back of her boyfriend's motorbike, some of the holiday Rachel and Clare had in the Cyclades in 1999, while I was viting Mongolia on an eco-tourism project assessment, pictures of Eddy and Ann in Geneva and East Anglia. Lovely memories.

To tried installing the scanner on the new desktop machine but failed as the only driver update was going to cost me nearly as much as a new scanner. But it still works with my old  2009 Vista workstation. I found that I could connect it up to the old Sony TV sitting in the attic doing nothing. I used a HDMI cable I didn't know I had until today. More convenient than using my regular PC monitor. I stopped scanning at nine to watch another tense episode of 'Trigger Point', then spent an hour sorting and sharing files of digitised photos before turning in for the night.