01 November 2017
Glimpses of Eden
Our little hills are filled with springs and becks, and fast-running rills. On a still autumn day last week, I was pedalling by when I heard the purl of one of my favourite runlets. Getting off my bike, I leant over the small, stone bridge and stared down. Fresh from its aquifer, the yard-wide stream was dancing down the hill. Although the day was dull, the water shone.
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