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| Out the London Road | 
We are wet here in the West Country. After last weekend's unusually long deluges and wind, the constant patter of a slow soaking rain is almost reassuring.
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| The path stops at the river. | 
What better way to spend the early evening than meandering around the edges of the the countryside?
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| At least I think it's elderflower | 
And stopping to smell the elderflower.
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| The leaves look like elderflower | 
The farmers and the plants are still desperate for rain.
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| The Toll Bridge at Bathampton | 
Sometimes I walk out this way
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| The countryside boarders the river and the road. | 
To be reminded how far the river travels.
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| How to capture rain drops? | 
or to see if there are any ducks among the reeds,
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| The Bathhampton Inn | 
And to watch the river falling.
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| There is no toll for walkers | 
Before turning toward the hill
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| Who lives here? | 
And heading home.
 
 

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