Looking down Bridge St, some of the houses were just roofs, tall garden fences barely poking above the top of the water.
There was so much to take in, as I tried not to trip over a fence post which was now lying in the middle of the road.
Feeling the warmth of the sun, it was hard to take in that this destruction had come from rain.
Our next stop was College Rd, here the water was still flowing like rapids through part of the street.
Boulders had washed in from the river and more gravel covered the tarseal, making it look like a riverbed.
The houses where water had receded were stained with water marks up to the window sills.
Suddenly a warning came through and Civil Defence began whispering about the safety of the Prime Minister.
It was then I realised the danger that came with such immense amounts of water.
We were hurried back to our cars, all trying to turn in a street that was half buried beneath water.