In 2005 we were hit with a massive shock when we got up one Sunday morning to find the City had flooded. And I mean, THE CITY.... the Police Station, The Fire Station, Debenhams, the Civic Centre, leisure centres, restaurants, petrol stations, public houses, factories, supermarkets and of course homes. Lots of homes.
Luckily, we live on a hill. I had a puddle in my garden, that was it.
We were stranded at that point, one of my sons was at my parents house on a sleepover, so I didn't see him for three days as there was a lake of water between their house and mine. Using the motorway was an option, going from one end of the City to another, to sit in queues and queues of traffic just to get a couple of miles. We also had no electric, no mobile phone signal, no heating, no landlines. We all sat in our houses for 2-3 days, stunned by what had happened, no-one quite sure what to do.
I remember last time my sister got stuck on her estate, having abandoned her car somewhere she throught was safe, she waded home, through a burst river. Sounds stupid now, I know, but people didn't really know what to do back then. We had no contact for a day, then the mobile signals started to work again. She was still stranded 3 days later when our electric came back on and we could get online to see what was going on. I went onto the BBC website and found a photo of where she had left her car. I called her.....
ME: I can get online, I have good news and bad news.
HER: What's the good news?
ME: I can see your car on the BBC website.
HER: What's the bad news?
ME: I can only see it's roof!
I bought the souvenir book... it feels so wrong to call it a souvenir book, a souvenir is something you buy after you have had a nice day out, or a holiday you wish to remember, not some tragedy. Anyway, I thought that my children, who were 11, 13 and 14 then, would not really appreciate the enormity of the floods, and how much it affected their City, how awful it all was seeing iconic Cumbrian buildings knee deep in water. I was pretty sure they would never see it again in their lifetime.
How wrong was I? Only 11 years later and it happens again. Not just that, but happens bigger. The water was higher, it reached streets that had been unaffected the previous time. In the years in-between there had been flood barriers built - big ones, all over the place, the water still breached. At least we went to bed this time expecting to get up and see it all happen again. At least people were not blind to the fact that this was happening so could move belongings up stairs, at least this time they could move their cars to higher grounds. At least the power engineers could make a start and try to avoid the big power outages we had last time. At least..... Sad to say a lot of people were now facing their 2nd time of getting their houses totally dried out, gutted and re-plastered. New kitchens, new living rooms, new bedrooms (as one area was 'bedsit' land), new cars, new gardens.... and to top it all off a good long stay in alternative accommodation!
But still, the Prime Minister visited, which was good of him. He didn't read his auto-cue properly so got his little speech wrong, and he looked very odd in his North Face jacket.... I don't think he did any mucking out though, that would have been good to see, him bringing his suited colleagues, with wellies and bin-bags. (We got Prince Charles last time, he didn't muck out either)
We have Facebook and Twitter, and due to the fabulous work of many many organisations, we had very little power outage - unless you were one of the unfortunately flooded of course - so could keep an up to date check on what was occurring in real time.
The community rallied, with donations of clothing, food, support and more. Businesses jumped in with massive donations, pizza making vans making free pizzas for the workers, coffee vans pouring endless cups to keep people warm. Carlisle United footballers came out to help move debris. Then there was the negative ones that put prices up, cashed in on people's misfortune - those ones that shall be boycotted from here on in.
Thanks to Facebook I was able to put a 'shout out' on my Facebook business page to see if anyone had a boat to go and rescue my sisters partner, who was upstairs in his daughter's house (having gone to help move things) and was stuck, along with his daughter and 3yr old granddaughter. The kitchen was underwater, which meant no food, no clean water - the river had burst and came in that quick that it just happened. They were rescued by a lifeboat. I wonder if the little one will remember, maybe we should buy her a book...
Now the water has gone, the streets are tinged brown with the mud and silt left behind and the pavements are piled high with sofas, carpets, furniture. Soon the debris will be gone. The memories, I fear, will always be there.