Cyclone Cook was supposed to hit us full force this afternoon. The amazing and highly addictive tracking thingy had the eye of the storm coming right over the top of us. So we battened down the hatches, got plenty of supplies in and waited. Then we watched it veer off to the east. We had plenty of rain but the wind missed us. In fact, it seemed so uneventful that we headed to the pub for 3 Beer Thursday and spent a cosy few hours playing cribbage! I also managed to get a run in before the rain hit at lunchtime. The river’s up!