The river on a slow day - pics from a wander down by the riverside, the first green flush of Spring covering the ground, the sharp scent of wild garlic in the air. And a plank, nothing much at first but then I noticed it was tied to a sycamore. Presumably it is there as a bridge over the channel. In the floods that plank has been birled round and round, spinning and twisting in the current. The waters have receded leaving the cord too short to bridge the ditch; to untwist it would take quite some time!
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