I lived in a village of tents. It was raining. Miserable. A bus arrived to take Callum diving with a lot of his cronies. I watched him go and realised I was wearing his diving gloves, I ran after the bus to hand them over. The bus headed for the boating pond on the south side of Perth, which is fully 2 feet deep. Excellent diving no doubt.
Rain was continuous, I crossed the Queens Bridge over the Tay, having to wade through 3 feet of turbulent brown water that was surging over the roadway. Down a steep hill to the boating pond. Nothing but water as far as the eye could see, the Flood was upon us.
Still, I would be ok, I was wearing a pair of diving gloves.
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