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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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