Living close to the Sowe means that I spend many hours wandering along meadows and brookstrays which are always changing: the dazzling white of blackthorn gives way to creamy May blossom, then comes the meadowsweet with its heady summer scent.
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| The Ernesford Grange School sports field underwater |
In a dry season the river flows gently along, contained within its banks, not much more than a brook. When the rain pours down, it's a different story,though; within hours the flood plain becomes a lake, alive with water birds. The light shimmers on the restless, swirling surface with its treacherous currents and eddies, and there's a dank, murky smell in the air.
Walking the Sowe Valley trail last Saturday, parts of the path by Corpus Christi were swamped. Rather than turn back on my tracks, I took off my shoes and socks and waded through, much to the amusement of cyclists who were riding along high and dry.
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| Squelch squelch |
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