Well that was a bit of an anti climax this morning. Got to the flooded bit just outside Earith, there was a truck towing away a stranded car. Said a cheery hello to the bloke doing the towing whilst taking my shoes off and rolling my trousers up. Bloke stared at us like we were mad and said the fire brigade had to get a dinghy out to the stranded car in the night and he would advise we didn't go through. Fair enough, good advice. I told him I came through last night on my way home and it looked about the same depth (mid-shin, less than a full wellington). He re-iterated that it wasn't a good idea. Whilst we had been talking, the wife had already set off and was half way across. I replied with "what could possibly go wrong?" and set off with my bike on my shoulder. Possibly a bit cavalier and if I got swept away then I deserved it but the water was as I judged it to be and mrs and I got through fine. She even had the luxury of wellies so had nice dry feet, stuffed the wellies in her pannier on the other side. I switched to secondary socks, shoes on and off we went with a 15mph tail wind.