We stood on a stony island in the shallows of the beck as twilight slowly slipped into dusk. The moon rose over the bankside willows. Downstream, the beck disappeared into open country; upstream, the crescent span of the World’s End bridge (a tall but narrow seventeenth-century packhorse bridge) was gradually dissolving into shadow. Suddenly, the bat appeared.
18 June 2020, The Tablet
Glimpses of Eden
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